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' **

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...