Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Bomb, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Da Bomb |
| 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 niggas |
| Keep droppin em, from the shoulders |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| And I’mma 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 |
| 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 |