Da Bomb

[ INTRO: Young Prod ]<br>Every since we dropped down<br>We noticed radio didn`t wanna swing with the locs<br>So like riders we swung with the gees<br>From Jesse Owens to Manchester Park<br>From Will Rodgers to Green Meadows Park<br>S.C.C. put it down for them 10% of real niggas<br>Keep droppin em, from the shoulders<br>What`s up Treach?<br>West coast for life<br>Yeah<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>As I jumps up thinkin to myself it`s another day<br>Find myself reminiscin on the 1970s<br>Had the swimming pool and at the park on deck<br>Even if you gangbanged it didn`t matter what set<br>Doin flips, hittin dips, mobbin to the sto` later<br>Grabs the Bubble Yum, Jolly Ranchers, Now-Laters<br>Jesse Owens Park was the spot to hang<br>Retaliation from the shoulders is the name of the game<br>Didn`t need to pack the fo`, put the nine on your hipster<br>Bang and gettin high, slap-boxin, yeah, a g-ster<br>Manchester Park, I remember summer school lunches<br>Mobbin to the park off in bunches<br>Mom`s chillin out with her sister and pops<br>Kaos in the front gettin sweated by cops<br>Shootin hoops at the ( ? ), take the bus to the movies<br>With yo gees, damn I miss the 1970s<br><br>[ CHORUS: L.V. ]<br>Time after time<br>I know we can change your mind<br>(Ain`t nothin goin on but the bomb)<br>Kickin game with the S.C.C.<br>(Ain`t nothin goin on but the bomb rap song)<br>I know we can break it down<br>(Ain`t nothin goin on but the bomb)<br>It`s the bomb, so won`t you swing it with me<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]<br>It`s one for the hoods all across the ghettos<br>From Will Rodgers Park all the way to Green Meadows<br>The Cartel`s back, put the gats in the stash, gee<br>Let your sounds bounce as we mob through the `90s<br>Like we used to roll 40 deep in the `80s<br>30 O.G.`s and about 10 ladies<br>Chillin at the park with the loud conversation<br>Homies gettin blazed and the ( ? ) givin ( ? )<br>Mr. Prod`s from the S.C.<br>Hittin dips through your hood in my `86 Caddy<br>I used to roll a 64 on gold d`s<br>But everywhere I went I had to have some O.G.`s<br>Leanin to the side in a gangster lean<br>Mad-doggin player-haters cause they quick to scheme<br>So i sold it got a Coupe De Ville, now I`m dippin forever<br>And yeah, the Cartel still together<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>Summertime goes and comes, it`s the `90s<br>6-4`s drop and the tops chop, trunk got that bump<br>Gold d`s cause the gees got it poppin<br>From S.C. to L.B. to Compton<br>Chip Motorola, `yac and herb<br>It gets crucial drive-by`s jumpin off daily<br>And your lady might be your lady for a minute<br>But once you slip, gee, your homeboy`s all up in it<br>[ Prode`je ]<br>And I`ma keep movin through the six and the seven<br>Motivatin hoods cause it`s all to the good<br>As we circle every hood like the solar system<br>Droppin dialect on the rhythm<br>The wisdom leavin pink panties marinatin<br>Escapin the 95 L Coupe skatin<br>Cause though I`m still g-ed I`m a player for life<br>It`s `96 and Cartel still bringin the hits<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>Are you ready<br>for the time of your life<br>Everybody stand up<br>stand up<br><br>Are you ready<br>for the time of your life<br>stand up<br>stand up<br><br>Are you ready<br>for the time of your life<br>stand up, yeah<br>then stand up<br><br>Are you ready<br>(are you ready)<br>said are you ready<br>(are you ready)<br>are you ready<br>(are you ready)<br>for the ride of your life<br>ready<br>(ready)<br>I said are you ready<br>(are you ready)<br>ready for the time of your life