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, yes, yes, y'all that's funky, yeah Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up, man? 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 FarmersYou know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on FarmersAnd get some of them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'? Aight, kick it 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 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 Blvd. 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 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 savor You're a tramp and a ********, ready for labor 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 Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, let's go Yeah man, I wanna check out my man, Big Money GripYo, what's up, man, kick a little somethin' 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 Leather Face 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 Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man, yo, what's up? Hi CHi 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 MagOne time a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi CYo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I wasYo, what's up? Crew member, 9 years ago, man You know what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby 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? aight, let me sum this up 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 DohI did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers Blvd. Keep on to the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes Y'all, you don't stop
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, yes, yes, y'all that's funky, yeah Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up, man? 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 FarmersYou know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on FarmersAnd get some of them early MC's, you used to be kickin' it with Back in the day? Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'? Aight, kick it 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 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 Blvd. 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 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 savor You're a tramp and a ********, ready for labor 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 Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle L, let's go Yeah man, I wanna check out my man, Big Money GripYo, what's up, man, kick a little somethin' 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 Leather Face 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 Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man, yo, what's up? Hi CHi 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 MagOne time a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi CYo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I wasYo, what's up? Crew member, 9 years ago, man You know what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd. baby 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? aight, let me sum this up 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 DohI did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers Blvd. Keep on to the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes Y'all, you don't stop
