The Dayz Of Wayback - N.W.A

Now, this is some shit that’s from the days of wayback

When niggas in Compton first started to jack

When the bitches wouldn’t give you no pussy

If you wasn’t sellin' drugs

So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged

They always loved that shit, they want a nigga that’s sellin' keys

But nowadays, they workin' at Mickey D’s

But in the days 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

Anythin' it took to get paid

A nigga like Ren already had the plan made

And I was in it to win it and not to lose

And shit’d 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 sprayin' 'em

And never get caught because nobody is snitch

But one hoe did, so Ren had to shoot the bitch!

Now she’s in a coffin and my life is better off and

'Cause everybody knows who’s the boss and

That black nigga that they call Ren

You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10!

So listen to me as I reminisce the days of wayback

So, check it out, y’all

It was once a time in the days of wayback

When niggas was gettin' jacked

In fact, it was when I used to pass through the

And kickin' ass through a muthafuckin' Compton Massacre

Now, let me tell you a little somethin' 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 fuck

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

'Cause a dead man never ran

But now your best friend is your worst friend

Greed, kids to feed, make a me more some of what you holdin'

So, now your shit is stolen and you and your niggas start rollin'

Yo, to get your shit back ain’t the word up

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 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 fuckin' 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 would know

If your livin' situations make you wanna get a gat (a gat)

That’s 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback…

Surprise, niggas!

You don’t think I could do it again, did ya?

Another album!

The jokes on you, Jack!

(Yeah! Yeah! Ha ha ha ha! We did it again) We did it again!