Lyric Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)
(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
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
