The Dayz Of Wayback-N.W.A.

Artist：nwa Songs Title：the dayz of wayback What we gonna do right here is go back... Now this is some sh*t that's from the Dayz of Wayback When *s in Compton first started to jack. When the b**ches wouldn't give you no p**sy if you wasn't sellin' drug So many b**ches in my neighborhood got mugged. They always loved that sh*t. They want a ni**a that's sellin' Ks. But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's. But in the Dayz of Wayback I couldn't be laid back Because I needed ends and I made that. I get the nine from my ni**a that he lend me and Start robbin' muthaf**kas, just like cowboys and indians. Anything it took to get paid. A ni**a like Ren already had the plane made. And I was in it to win it and not to lose. And sh*t, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse. And police couldn't touch me because I was payin'em. But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin'em. And never get caught because nobody is snitch But one hoe did - so Ren had to shoot the b**ch! Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin' That black ni**a that they call Ren. You f**k with me, you gotta f**k with a Mac-10. So listen to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback... So check it out y'all... It was once a time in the Dayz of Wayback When *s was gettin' jacked. In fact it was one I used to pass through up And kickin' a** through up. Muthaf**kin' Compton Massacre... Now let me tell you a little something about Compton When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in. Yo, Compton was like still water - just strictly calm. Now it's like muthaf**kin' Vietnam. Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin' *s stealin', muthaf**kas willin' to dealin'. With so many ways to come up The average ni**a didn't give a f**k About another muthaf**ka in this game and Claimin' what he claimin' Livin' like he livin' Killin' after killin'. Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man Was the best plan 'cause a dead man never ran. But now your best friend is your worst friend. Greed, cash the fee. Make a me more some of what you holdin'. So now your sh*t is stolen And you and your *s start rollin'. Yo, to get your sh*t back ain't a word of. Muff? It's more murder, more murder, more murder. They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang Or a black thang Or some *s in a muthaf**kin' gang... But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A ni**a brung up and strung up. Why do I call myself a ni**a you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me... Yo, never givin' *s a chance to rest. The ghetto is like a f**kin' survival test. And number one way for you to pass, Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your a**. They never in the wrong though So I made a song so Muthaf**kas had know If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat... That's 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback...