LL Cool J Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem) lyrics

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Farmers Blvd. (our Anthem) by Ll 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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