N.W.A - The Dayz of Wayback Lyrics

Writer(s) : BONNER/WEBSTER/NOLAND/PATTERSON/CURRY/YOUNG/MORRIS
Artist: N.W.A Lyrics
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Album: Track 18 on Niggaz4Life
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What we gonna do right here is go back,
Now this is some **** that's from the Dayz of Wayback,
When *****s in Compton first started to jack.
When the *****es wouldn't give you no ***** if you wasn't sellin' drug,
So many *****es in my neighborhood got mugged.
They always loved that ****. They want 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 ***** that he lend me and
Start robbin' ************s, just like cowboys and Indians.
Anything it took to get paid.
A ***** like Ren already had the plane made.
And I was in it to win it and not to lose.
And ****, 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 *****!
Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and
'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin'
That black ***** 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 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' *** through up.
**********in' 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 **********ing Vietnam.
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin',
*****s stealin', ************s willin' to dealin'.
With so many ways to come up
The average ***** didn't give a ****
About another mutha****a 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 **** is stolen
And you and your *****s start rollin'.
Yo, to get your **** back ain't a word of.
Muff? It's more murder, more murder, more murder.
They want to make you think that it's a crack thang,
Or a black thing
Or some *****s in a **********in' gang,
But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A ***** brung up and strung up.
Why do I call myself a ***** you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me,
Yo, never givin' *****s 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 they'll crown your ***.
They never in the wrong though,
So I made a song so
************s had know
If, yo, living situations make you want to get a gat
That's 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback


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