Da Bomb Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ INTRO: Young Prod ] 

Every since we dropped down 

We noticed radio didn't want to 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 niggas 

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