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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' muthaf**kas, 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 f**k with me, you gotta f**k 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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Muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin' Vietnam. |
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Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin', |
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Niggas stealin', muthaf**kas 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 f**k |
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About another muthaf**ka 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 muthaf**kin' 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 f**kin' 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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Muthaf**kas 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... |
