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letra de the dayz of wayback - n.w.a

what we gonna do right here is go back…

now this is some sh-t that’s from the dayz of wayback,
when n-gg-s in compton first started to jack.
when the b-tches wouldn’t give you no p-ssy if you wasn’t sellin’ drug,
so many b-tches in my neighborhood got mugged.
they always loved that sh-t. they want a n-gg- 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-gg- that he lend me and
start robbin’ m-th-f–kas, just like cowboys and indians.
anything it took to get paid.
a n-gg- like ren already had the plane made.
and i was in it to win it and not to lose.
and sh-t, 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 n-body is snitch,
but one hoe did – so ren had to shoot the b-tch!
now she’s in a coffin and my life is better off and
’cause everybody knows who’s the bossin’:
that black n-gg- that they call ren.
you f–k with me, you gotta f–k 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-gg-s was gettin’ jacked.
in fact it was one i used to p-ss through up,
and kickin’ -ss through up.
muthaf–kin’ compton m-ssacre…
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-th-f–kin’ vietnam.
everybody killin’, tryin’ to make a killin’,
n-gg-s stealin’, m-th-f–kas willin’ to dealin’.
with so many ways to come up
the average n-gg- didn’t give a f–k
about another m-th-f–ka 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-t is stolen
and you and your n-gg-s start rollin’.
yo, to get your sh-t 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 n-gg-s in a m-th-f–kin’ gang…
but guns and money they go together like the ku klux klan
a n-gg- brung up and strung up.
why do i call myself a n-gg- you ask me?
rememberin’ the days that’s past me…
yo, never givin’ n-gg-s a chance to rest.
the ghetto is like a f–kin’ survival test.
and number one way for you to p-ss,
yo, get treated like a king and they’ll crown your -ss.
they never in the wrong though,
so i made a song so
muthaf–kas had know
if, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat…
that’s ’cause you livin’ in the dayz of wayback…

- n w a

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