paroles de chanson The Dayz of Wayback - N.W.A.

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
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′ and 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 muthafuckkin′ 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 fuckkin' 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
Muthafuckkas had to know
If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get 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!