Farmers Blvd our Anthem Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

Farmers Blvd our Anthem Lyrics

    (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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