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  • Every since we dropped down
    We noticed radio didn't wanna swing with the locs
    So like riders we swung with the gees
    From Jesse Owens to Manchester Park
    From Will Rodgers to Green Meadows Park
    S.C.C. put it down for them 10% of real ******
    Keep droppin em, from the shoulders
    What's up Treach?
    West coast for life
    Yeah
    [VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son]
    As I jumps up thinkin to myself it's another day
    Find myself reminiscin on the 1970s
    Had the swimming pool and at the park on deck
    Even if you gangbanged it didn't matter what set
    Doin flips, hittin dips, mobbin to the sto' later
    Grabs the Bubble Yum, Jolly Ranchers, Now-Laters
    Jesse Owens Park was the spot to hang
    Retaliation from the shoulders is the name of the game
    Didn't need to pack the fo', put the nine on your hipster
    Bang and gettin high, slap-boxin, yeah, a g-ster
    Manchester Park, I remember summer school lunches
    Mobbin to the park off in bunches
    Mom's chillin out with her sister and pops
    Kaos in the front gettin sweated by cops
    Shootin hoops at the [?], take the bus to the movies
    With yo gees, damn I miss the 1970s
    [CHORUS: L.V.]
    Time after time
    I know we can change your mind
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb)
    Kickin game with the S.C.C.
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb rap song)
    I know we can break it down
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb)
    It's the bomb, so won't you swing it with me
    [VERSE 2: Prode'je]
    It's one for the hoods all across the ghettos
    From Will Rodgers Park all the way to Green Meadows
    The Cartel's back, put the gats in the stash, gee
    Let your sounds bounce as we mob through the '90s
    Like we used to roll 40 deep in the '80s
    30 O.G.'s and about 10 ladies
    Chillin at the park with the loud conversation
    Homies gettin blazed and the [?] givin [?]
    Mr. Prod's from the S.C.
    Hittin dips through your hood in my '86 Caddy
    I used to roll a 64 on gold d's
    But everywhere I went I had to have some O.G.'s
    Leanin to the side in a gangster lean
    Mad-doggin player-haters cause they quick to scheme
    So i sold it got a Coupe De Ville, now I'm dippin forever
    And yeah, the Cartel still together
    [CHORUS]
    [VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son]
    Summertime goes and comes, it's the '90s
    6-4's drop and the tops chop, trunk got that bump
    Gold d's cause the gees got it poppin
    From S.C. to L.B. to Compton
    Chip Motorola, 'yac and herb
    It gets crucial drive-by's jumpin off daily
    And your lady might be your lady for a minute
    But once you slip, gee, your homeboy's all up in it
    [ Prode'je ]
    And I'ma keep movin through the six and the seven
    Motivatin hoods cause it's all to the good
    As we circle every hood like the solar system
    Droppin dialect on the rhythm
    The wisdom leavin pink panties marinatin
    Escapin the 95 L Coupe skatin
    Cause though I'm still g-ed I'm a player for life
    It's '96 and Cartel still bringin the hits
    [CHORUS]
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Everybody stand up
    Stand up
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Stand up
    Stand up
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Stand up, yeah
    Then stand up
    Are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Said are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Are you ready
    (are you ready)
    For the ride of your life
    Ready
    (ready)
    I said are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Ready for the time of your life
  • Every since we dropped down
    We noticed radio didn't wanna swing with the locs
    So like riders we swung with the gees
    From Jesse Owens to Manchester Park
    From Will Rodgers to Green Meadows Park
    S.C.C. put it down for them 10% of real ******
    Keep droppin em, from the shoulders
    What's up Treach?
    West coast for life
    Yeah
    [VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son]
    As I jumps up thinkin to myself it's another day
    Find myself reminiscin on the 1970s
    Had the swimming pool and at the park on deck
    Even if you gangbanged it didn't matter what set
    Doin flips, hittin dips, mobbin to the sto' later
    Grabs the Bubble Yum, Jolly Ranchers, Now-Laters
    Jesse Owens Park was the spot to hang
    Retaliation from the shoulders is the name of the game
    Didn't need to pack the fo', put the nine on your hipster
    Bang and gettin high, slap-boxin, yeah, a g-ster
    Manchester Park, I remember summer school lunches
    Mobbin to the park off in bunches
    Mom's chillin out with her sister and pops
    Kaos in the front gettin sweated by cops
    Shootin hoops at the [?], take the bus to the movies
    With yo gees, damn I miss the 1970s
    [CHORUS: L.V.]
    Time after time
    I know we can change your mind
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb)
    Kickin game with the S.C.C.
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb rap song)
    I know we can break it down
    (Ain't nothin goin on but the bomb)
    It's the bomb, so won't you swing it with me
    [VERSE 2: Prode'je]
    It's one for the hoods all across the ghettos
    From Will Rodgers Park all the way to Green Meadows
    The Cartel's back, put the gats in the stash, gee
    Let your sounds bounce as we mob through the '90s
    Like we used to roll 40 deep in the '80s
    30 O.G.'s and about 10 ladies
    Chillin at the park with the loud conversation
    Homies gettin blazed and the [?] givin [?]
    Mr. Prod's from the S.C.
    Hittin dips through your hood in my '86 Caddy
    I used to roll a 64 on gold d's
    But everywhere I went I had to have some O.G.'s
    Leanin to the side in a gangster lean
    Mad-doggin player-haters cause they quick to scheme
    So i sold it got a Coupe De Ville, now I'm dippin forever
    And yeah, the Cartel still together
    [CHORUS]
    [VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son]
    Summertime goes and comes, it's the '90s
    6-4's drop and the tops chop, trunk got that bump
    Gold d's cause the gees got it poppin
    From S.C. to L.B. to Compton
    Chip Motorola, 'yac and herb
    It gets crucial drive-by's jumpin off daily
    And your lady might be your lady for a minute
    But once you slip, gee, your homeboy's all up in it
    [ Prode'je ]
    And I'ma keep movin through the six and the seven
    Motivatin hoods cause it's all to the good
    As we circle every hood like the solar system
    Droppin dialect on the rhythm
    The wisdom leavin pink panties marinatin
    Escapin the 95 L Coupe skatin
    Cause though I'm still g-ed I'm a player for life
    It's '96 and Cartel still bringin the hits
    [CHORUS]
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Everybody stand up
    Stand up
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Stand up
    Stand up
    Are you ready
    For the time of your life
    Stand up, yeah
    Then stand up
    Are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Said are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Are you ready
    (are you ready)
    For the ride of your life
    Ready
    (ready)
    I said are you ready
    (are you ready)
    Ready for the time of your life