The Dayz Of Wayback lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro]
"What we gonna do right here is go back"

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Now, this is some sh*t that's from the days of wayback
When n*ggas in Compton first started to jack
When the b*tches wouldn't give you no pus*y
If you wasn't sellin' drugs
So many b*tches in my neighborhood got mugged
They always loved that sh*t, they want a n*gga that's sellin' keys
But nowadays, they workin' at Mickey D's
But in the days of wayback, I couldn't be laid back
Because I needed ends and I made that
I get the nine from my n*gga that he lend me and
Start robbin' muthaf*ckas just like Cowboys and Indians
Anythin' it took to get paid
A n*gga like Ren already had the plan made
And I was in it to win it and not to lose
And sh*t'd 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 sprayin' 'em
And never get caught because nobody 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 boss and
That black n*gga that they call Ren
You f*ck with me, you gotta f*ck with a Mac-10!
So listen to me as I reminisce the days of wayback
So, check it out, y'all
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
It was once a time in the days of wayback
When n*ggas was gettin' jacked
In fact, it was when I used to pass through the
And kickin' ass through a muthaf*ckin' Compton Massacre
Now, let me tell you a little somethin' 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*ckin' Vietnam
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin'
n*ggas stealin', muthaf*ckas wheelin' and dealin'
With so many ways to come up
The average n*gga didn't give a f*ck
About another muthaf*cka 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, kids to feed, make a me more some of what you holdin'
So, now your sh*t is stolen and you and your n*ggas start rollin'
Yo, to get your sh*t back ain't the word up
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*ggas in a muthaf*ckin' gang
But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A n*gga brung up and strung up
Why do I call myself a n*gga you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me
Yo, never givin' n*ggas a chance to rest
The ghetto is like a f*ckin' 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*ckas would know
If your livin' situations make you wanna get a gat (a gat)
That's 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback...
[Outro]
Surprise, n*ggas!
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!
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