(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 Farm
ers 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
]
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 flee
in 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)
