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L.L. Cool J

Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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(Hey man, don`t you realizeIn 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 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 pussycat, 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 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 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, 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 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, 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 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

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