The Dayz of Wayback Lyrics

What we gonna do right here is go back,
Now this is some s*** that's from the Dayz of Wayback,
When n***** in Compton first started to jack.
When the b****** wouldn't give you no p**** if you wasn't sellin' drug,
So many b****** in my neighborhood got mugged.
They always loved that s***. They want a n**** 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 n**** that he lend me and
Start robbin' m************, just like cowboys and Indians.
Anything it took to get paid.
A n**** 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
'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin'
That black n**** 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 n***** was gettin' jacked.
In fact it was one I used to pass through up,
And kickin' a** through up.
m***********' 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 m************ Vietnam.
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin',
n***** stealin', m************ willin' to dealin'.
With so many ways to come up
The average n**** didn't give a f***
About another m****f**** 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 s*** is stolen
And you and your n***** start rollin'.
Yo, to get your s*** back ain't a word of.
m***? 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 n***** in a m***********' gang,
But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A n**** brung up and strung up.
Why do I call myself a n**** you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me,
Yo, never givin' n***** 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 a**.
They never in the wrong though,
So I made a song so
m************ 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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