The Dayz Of Wayback Lyrics

The Dayz Of Wayback lyrics

What we gonna do right here is go back...

Now this is some shit that's
from the Dayz of Wayback
When niggas in Compton first started to
jack.
When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin'
drug
So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged.
They always loved
that shit. 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 shit, 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 bitch!
Now she's in a
coffin and my life is better off and
'Cause everybody knows who's the
bossin':
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 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
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, cash the fee.
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 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 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
had know
If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat...
That's
'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback...