N.W.A. - Day Of Wayback Lyrics
What we gonna do right here is go back...Now this is some shit thats from the dayz of wayback,When niggas in compton first started to jack.When the *****es wouldnt give you no ***** if you wasnt sellin drug,So many *****es in my neighborhood got mugged.They always loved that shit. they want a nigga thats sellin ks.But nowadays they workin at mickey ds.But in the dayz of waybackI couldnt be laid back,Because I needed ends and I made that.I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me andStart robbin mutha*****as, just like cowboys and indians.Anything it took to get paid.A nigga like ren already had the plane made.And I was in it to win it and not to lose.And shit, it start blowin up, once I lit the fuse.And police couldnt touch me because I was payinem.But not with no money - yo, I was frayinem.And never get caught because nobody is snitch,But one hoe did - so ren had to shoot the *****!Now shes in a coffin and my life is better off andcause everybody knows whos the bossin:That black nigga that they call ren.You ***** with me, you gotta ***** with a mac-10.So listen to me as I reminisce the dayz of wayback...So check it out yall...It was once a time in the dayz of waybackWhen niggas was gettin jacked.In fact it was one I used to pass through up,And kickin ass through up.Mutha*****in compton massacre...Now let me tell you a little something about comptonWhen I was a kid and puttin my bid in.Yo, compton was like still water - just strictly calm.Now its like mutha*****in vietnam.Everybody killin, tryin to make a killin,Niggas stealin, mutha*****as willin to dealin.With so many ways to come upThe average nigga didnt give a *****About another mutha*****a in this game andClaimin what he claimin,Livin like he livin,Killin after killin.Murder was a dirty job. to rob a dead manWas 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 shit is stolenAnd you and your niggas start rollin.Yo, to get your shit back aint a word of.Muff? its more murder, more murder, more murder.They wanna make you think that its a crack thang,Or a black thangOr some niggas in a mutha*****in gang...But guns and money they go together like the ku klux klanA nigga brung up and strung up.Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?Rememberin the days thats past me...Yo, never givin niggas a chance to rest.The ghetto is like a *****in survival test.And number one way for you to pass,Yo, get treated like a king and theyll crown your ass.They never in the wrong though,So I made a song soMutha*****as had knowIf, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat...Thats cause you livin in the dayz of wayback...
