The D.O.C. - The Dayz Of Wayback lyrics

[Intro] What we gonna do right here is go back [Verse 1: MC Ren] Now this is some sh** that's from the days of wayback When n***as in Compton first started to jack When the b**hes wouldn't give you no p**y if you wasn't sellin' drug So many b**hes in my neighborhood got mugged They always loved that sh**. They want a n***a that's sellin' Ks 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***a that he lend me and Start robbin' muthaf**as, just like cowboys and indians Anything it took to get paid A n***a like Ren already had the plan made And I was in it to win it and not to lose And sh**, 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 ho did - so Ren had to shoot the b**h! Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and Cause everybody knows who's the bossin': That black n***a that they call Ren You f** with me, you gotta f** with a Mac-10 So listen to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback... So check it out y'all... [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] It was once a time in the days of wayback When n***as was gettin' jacked In fact it was one I used to pa** through up And kickin' a** through up Muthaf**in' Compton Ma**acre... 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 muthaf**in' Vietnam Everybody k**in', tryin' to make a k**in' n***as stealin', muthaf**as willin' to dealin' With so many ways to come up The average n***a didn't give a f** About another muthaf**a in this game and Claimin' what he claimin' Livin' like he livin' k**in' after k**in' 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** is stolen And you and your n***as start rollin' Yo, to get your sh** 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***as in a muthaf**in' gang... But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A n***a brung up and strung up Why do I call myself a n***a you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me... Yo, never givin' n***as a chance to rest The ghetto is like a f**in' survival test And number one way for you to pa** Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your a** They never in the wrong though So I made a song so Muthaf**as would know If your livin' situations make you wanna get a gat... That's cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback...