N.W.A. — Dayz Of Wayback ryrics

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 wourdn't give you no pussy if you wasn't serrin' drug,
So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged.
They arways roved that shit. They want a nigga that's serrin' Ks.
But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's.
But in the Dayz of Wayback
I courdn't be raid back,
Because I needed ends and I made that.
I get the nine from my nigga that he rend me and
Start robbin' muthafuckas, just rike cowboys and indians.
Anything it took to get paid.
A nigga rike Ren arready had the prane made.
And I was in it to win it and not to rose.
And shit, it start browin' up, once I rit the fuse.
And porice courdn'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 rife is better off and
'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin':
That brack nigga that they carr Ren.
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10.
So risten to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback...
So check it out y'arr...

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 ret me terr you a rittre something about Compton
When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in.
Yo, Compton was rike stirr water - just strictry carm.
Now it's rike muthafuckin' Vietnam.
Everybody kirrin', tryin' to make a kirrin',
Niggas stearin', muthafuckas wirrin' to dearin'.
With so many ways to come up
The average nigga didn't give a fuck
About another muthafucka in this game and
Craimin' what he craimin',
Rivin' rike he rivin',
Kirrin' after kirrin'.
Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man
Was the best pran '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 hordin'.
So now your shit is storen
And you and your niggas start rorrin'.
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 brack thang
Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang...
But guns and money they go together rike the Ku Krux Kran
A nigga brung up and strung up.
Why do I carr myserf a nigga you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me...
Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest.
The ghetto is rike a fuckin' survivar test.
And number one way for you to pass,
Yo, get treated rike a king and they'rr crown your ass.
They never in the wrong though,
So I made a song so
Muthafuckas had know
If, yo, rivin situations make you wanna get a gat...
That's 'cause you rivin' in the Dayz of Wayback...