What we gonna do right here is go back...
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Now this is some shit that's from the Dayz of Wayback,
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When niggas in Compton first started to jack.
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When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug,
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So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged.
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They always loved that shit. They want a nigga that's sellin' Ks.
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But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's.
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But in the Dayz of Wayback
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I couldn't be laid back,
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Because I needed ends and I made that.
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I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and
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Start robbin' muthafuckas, just like cowboys and indians.
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Anything it took to get paid.
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A nigga like Ren already had the plane made.
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And I was in it to win it and not to lose.
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And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse.
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And police couldn't touch me because I was payin'em.
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But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin'em.
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And never get caught because nobody is snitch,
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But one hoe did - so Ren had to shoot the bitch!
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Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and
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'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin':
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That black nigga that they call Ren.
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You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10.
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So listen to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback...
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So check it out y'all...
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It was once a time in the Dayz of Wayback
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When niggas was gettin' jacked.
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In fact it was one I used to pass through up,
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And kickin' ass through up.
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Muthafuckin' Compton Massacre...
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Now let me tell you a little something about Compton
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When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in.
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Yo, Compton was like still water - just strictly calm.
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Now it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam.
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Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin',
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Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin'.
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With so many ways to come up
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The average nigga didn't give a fuck
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About another muthafucka in this game and
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Claimin' what he claimin',
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Livin' like he livin',
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Killin' after killin'.
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Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man
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Was the best plan 'cause a dead man never ran.
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But now your best friend is your worst friend.
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Greed, cash the fee. Make a me more some of what you holdin'.
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So now your shit is stolen
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And you and your niggas start rollin'.
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Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of.
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Muff? It's more murder, more murder, more murder.
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They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang,
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Or a black thang
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Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang...
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But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
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A nigga brung up and strung up.
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Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
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Rememberin' the days that's past me...
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Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest.
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The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test.
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And number one way for you to pass,
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Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass.
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They never in the wrong though,
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So I made a song so
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Muthafuckas had know
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If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat...
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That's 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback...
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Dayz Of Wayback
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N.W.A. |