N.W.A. | Lyrics | The Dayz of Wayback

What we gonna do right here is go back

Now this is some s*** that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback'
When niggas in Compton first started to jack
When the b****** wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug
So many b****** in my neighborhood got mugged
They always loved that s***, they want a nigga 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 nigga that he lend me and
Start robbin' muthafuckas 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 s***, 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****
Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and
'Cuz everybody knows who's the bossin'
That black nigga that they call Ren
You f*** with me, you gotta f*** 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 niggas was gettin' jacked
In fact it was one I used to pass through up
And kickin' ass through up
Muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' Vietnam
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin'

Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin'
With so many ways to come up
The average nigga didn't give a f***
About another muthafucka 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 'cuz 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 s*** is stolen and you and your niggas start rollin'

Yo, to get your s*** back ain't a word of
M***, 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 niggas in a muthafuckin' gang
But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A nigga brung up and strung up
Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me
Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest

The ghetto is like a f*****' survival test
And number one way for you to pass
Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass
They never in the wrong though, so I made a song so
Muthafuckas had know
If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat
That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback'