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 ******
What's up Treach?
West coast for life
Yeah
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
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
With yo gees, damn I miss the 1970s
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
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
Summertime goes and comes, it's the '90s
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
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
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
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
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 ******
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
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
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
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
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
📝 纯歌词版本
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 ******
What's up Treach?
West coast for life
Yeah
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
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
With yo gees, damn I miss the 1970s
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
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
Summertime goes and comes, it's the '90s
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
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
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
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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
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 ******
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
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
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
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
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
Got me livin the life
Got me livin the life
That I don't want to
Never knew life could be so ****ed up with no God to call
It seems the dreams we saw...
Can I roll with you?
*****, what can I do?
When I still seem
To day-dream and fiend for green
Cause one plus two, broke , don't equals naythin
In a b...
Westside
East, to the mother****ing South
Gangstas
Hoo-bangin' like a G
Ready to ride and regulate it all
Dippin' is essential in the C. when I mad-do...
The C-a-r-t-e-l's been here for ages
And ain't not one of them trick-ass radio stations played us
But that didn't fade us because we still gettin it o...
Eastside and Westside riders
(Gangsters)
Cartel gang, nigga
(Fo' life)
What set you from?
"S.C.C."
Gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna trip
Slide...
I pled allegiance to the mother****in streets of South Centra
And for the gangsta shit for which is ther
7 criminals under guard with a ****ing A-
For...
4 deep on the creep,I gots the Tecs on prraahh..
Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block
Leavin do' holes with.44's and 20-gauge rifles and T...
Dippin on the enemy I slides like a ***** should
Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood
Gangstas and gees servin that ass like the mi...
S.C. Cartel bumpin fat tracks in your ear
Rollin in your hood and you know it's all good
Rollin down the 'Shaw in my Lexus
rims and my Alpine bumpin
...