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Lyrics: What we gonna do right here is go back... Now this is some sh** that's from the dayz of wayback, When niggas in compton first started to jack. When the bi***es wouldn't give you no p**** if you wasn't sellin' drug, So many bi***es in my neighborhood got mugged. They always loved that sh**. 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' muthaf***as, 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 sh**, 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 bi***! 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 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 niggas was gettin' jacked. In fact it was one I used to pass through up, And kickin' ass through up. Muthaf***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 muthaf***in' vietnam. Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin', Niggas stealin', muthaf***as willin' to dealin'. With so many ways to come up The average nigga didn't give a f*** About another muthaf***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 sh** is stolen And you and your niggas start rollin'. Yo, to get your sh** 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 muthaf***in' 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 f***in' 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 Muthaf***as had know If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat... That's 'cause you livin' in the dayz of wayback... More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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