LL Cool J - Farmers Blvd. Lyrics
(hey man, don't you realizeIn order for us to make this thing work, manWe'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, ahThat's funky[ marley marl ] yeahHey yo, marley, man[ marley marl ] yo, what's up, man?[ cool j ] hey yo, manYou knowWe was gettin busy on the album everydayWe been gettin funky, butI wanna take this jam back to farmersKnowmsayin?[ marley marl ] yo, let's go back on farmersAnd get some of them early mc'sYou 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, betBut first i gotta like introduce itYouknowmsayin?[ marley marl ] aight, kick it...(farmers boulevard)[ l.l. cool j ]Back in the days, before i was cool jI used to hang up on the corner, pumpin games people playSittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my manTalkin bout big money and future plansI always told the brothers, if i got a contractWhen the money started flowin, i'd be backTo do a jam, against all oddsIntroducing rapper 1 from farmers boulevard[ bomb ]Hey yo, b-o-m-b, bomb explosionAttack like a cat when i'm trapped and i'm closed inSharp-ass claws, and i break all lawsIn a while all jaws, cause i'm perfect, no flawsNow i'm back to farmers on some new improved(sh...) i'm makin moves, not fakin movesSo don't you never come around here, talkin that talkOr walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sportFootball, soccer, whatever you savourYou're a tramp and a *****cat, ready for laborHa! l'll have you breakin locksI'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel boxThe type of skills that i got reigned for yearsNo worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears'hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' yo, save the cheersSuckers, i'm drinkin forties of beersOn the boulevard[ cool j ] funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here[ marley marl ] hey yo, hey yoHey yo uncle l, let's go...[ cool j ] yeah man, i wanna check out my man big money gripYo, what's up, manKick a little somethin[ big money grip ]Kick out the can and slamSummertime, c.i.a. step into the jamReach for the mic, and the punks start to fold upAnd the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-upSome step aside, but a few play me closeNever worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burriedAnd the fool who wants to deal with another doseI see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatoseFarmers boulevard, the placeHandin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to leatherfaceSmokin mc's in an instantAt my side bustin caps is t-boogie, my assistantThrow that speaker in the trashWhy's that? cause gangster boogie gave the woofer a gashBig money grip makin you get upFarmers crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up[ marley marl ] yo, yo, yoIt'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 rhymeMore than a line on time, because i'm gettin mineNever underestimate the skill of a great oneThe boulevard lord, shorts, never take noneAnother funky rapper from around the wayLeavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta payBoy, you been told, put your lips on holdAll you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of goldSpreadin terror on the street like they was in the pastAny punks on the block, yo, never could lastAnd i never feel sorry for a sucker i gained onAny slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained onAt 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 anotherThe farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother[ marley marl ] yo, yoIt's kinda funky out hereYo, yo, yo, hi cYo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yoI was -Yo, what's up?[ crew member ] ...9 years ago, manYouknowmsayin?[ cool j ] farmers boulevard, baby[ marley marl ] yo, i was kinda -I was kinda stagnant to sleep on itBut yo, lWon'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 fromRhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get noneF-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the testMarley marl in the background doin the restDo-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, katoGet up out my face before i play you like play-dohI did a jam against all oddsAnd it was dedicated to farmers boulevard(farmers boulevard)Keep on(farmers boulevard)To the beat, y'allA funky beat, y'allYes, yes, y'allYou don't stop
