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(Hey man, don`t you realize In order for us to make this thing work, man We`ve got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)
Ba-ha-ha-ha... Yes, yes, y`all
[ Cool J ] Ah, ah That`s funky [ Marley Marl ] Yeah Hey yo, Marley, man [ Marley Marl ] Yo, what`s up, man? [ Cool J ] Hey yo, man You know We was gettin busy on the album everyday We been gettin funky, but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers Knowmsayin? [ Marley Marl ] Yo, let`s go back on Farmers And get some of them early MC`s You used to be kickin it with back in the day? [ Cool J ] Yeah, yeah, yeah [ Marley Marl ] Yo, let`s do a jam with them [ Cool J ] Aight, bet But first I gotta like introduce it Youknowmsayin? [ Marley Marl ] Aight, kick it...
(Farmers Boulevard)
[ L.L. Cool J ] Back in the days, before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man Talkin bout big money and future plans I always told the brothers, if I got a contract When the money started flowin, I`d be back To do a jam, against all odds Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Boulevard
[ Bomb ] Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb explosion Attack like a cat when I`m trapped and I`m closed in Sharp-ass claws, and I break all laws In a while all jaws, cause I`m perfect, no flaws Now I`m back to Farmers on some new improved (Sh...) I`m makin moves, not fakin moves So don`t you never come around here, talkin that talk Or walkin that walk, you`ll get played like a sport Football, soccer, whatever you savour You`re a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor Ha! L`ll have you breakin locks I`ll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for years No worry or cares, your crew`ll shed tears `Hip-hip-hooray, he`s back!` Yo, save the cheers Suckers, I`m drinkin forties of beers On the Boulevard
[ Cool J ] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here [ Marley Marl ] Hey yo, hey yo Hey yo Uncle L, let`s go... [ Cool J ] Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip Yo, what`s up, man Kick a little somethin
[ Big Money Grip ] Kick out the can and slam Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up And the brothers start fleein like it`s a hold-up Some step aside, but a few play me close Never worry, cause the brother who cross me`s gettin burried And the fool who wants to deal with another dose I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose Farmers Boulevard, the place Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to Leatherface Smokin MC`s in an instant At my side bustin caps is T-Boogie, my assistant Throw that speaker in the trash Why`s that? Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash Big Money Grip makin you get up Farmers Crew`s in effect, we never heard of a head-up
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo, yo It`s kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo [ Cool J ] Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby [ Marley Marl ] Hi C over there, man [ Cool J ] Yo, what`s up Hi C...
[ Hi C ] Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme More than a line on time, because I`m gettin mine Never underestimate the skill of a great one The Boulevard Lord, shorts, never take none Another funky rapper from around the way Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past Any punks on the block, yo, never could last And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on Any slick talker, yo, he`s bound to get rained on At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag (One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag) Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers Crew will never fall, that`s word to the mother
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo It`s kinda funky out here Yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y`all kinda funky out here, yo I was - Yo, what`s up? [ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man Youknowmsayin? [ Cool J ] Farmers Boulevard, baby [ Marley Marl ] Yo, I was kinda - I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it But yo, L Won`t you - won`t you sum it all up for the people, aight? [ Cool J ] Aight, let me sum this up
[ L.L. Cool J ] Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we`re from Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can`t get none F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test Marley Marl in the background doin the rest Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato Get up out my face before I play you like Play-Doh I did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers Boulevard
(Farmers Boulevard)
Keep on
(Farmers Boulevard)
To the beat, y`all A funky beat, y`all Yes, yes, y`all You don`t stop
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