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