Hey man, you realize in order for us to make this thing work? Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all funky, yeah Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up, Hey yo man, you know we was busy on the album everyday
We been funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go on Farmers And get 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 Aight, bet but first I gotta like introduce it, you know I'm sayin'? Aight, it
Back in the before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games Play on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man Talkin' 'bout big money and plans
I told the brothers, if I got a contract the money started flowin', I'd be back To do a jam, all odds Introducing rapper 1 Farmers Blvd.
Hey yo, B O M B, explosion Attack a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp ass claws and I all laws In a while all jaws I'm perfect, no flaws
Now I'm back to Farmers on new improved I'm moves, not fakin' moves So don't you never come around here that talk Or that walk, you'll get played like a sport
Football, soccer, you savor You're a tramp and a pussycat, for labor L'll you breakin' locks I'll have you cookin' fried in a big steel box
The type of that I got reigned for years No worry or cares, crew'll shed tears 'Hip-hip-hooray, back' yo, save the cheers Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of on the boulevard
Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo L, let's go Yeah man, I check out my man, Big Money Grip Yo, what's up, man, a little somethin'
Kick out the can and Summertime, C I A step the jam Reach for the mic and the punks to fold up And the brothers start fleein' like it's a up
Some step aside but a few me close worry, 'cause the brother who cross me's gettin' burried And the fool who wants to deal with dose I see to it in a hour that the mutha is
Boulevard, the place Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to Face MC's in an instant At my bustin' caps is T-Boogie, my assistant
Throw speaker in the trash Why's that? 'Cause Gangster gave the woofer a gash Big Grip makin' you get up Farmers crew's in effect, we never of a head up
Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out on the boulevard, yo Yeah, we Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby Hi C over there, man, yo, up? Hi C
Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a rhyme More than a line on time I'm gettin' mine Never the skill of a great one The lord, shorts, never take none
Another funky rapper from the way Leavin' bodies at a 'cause somebody gotta pay Boy, you been told, put your on hold All you remember is a barrel and a full of gold
Spreadin' terror on the street like was in the past Any on the block, yo, never could last And I never feel sorry for a sucker I on Any slick talker, yo, he's to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my is a Mag One time a sucker got ill and out in a body bag Fear will erupt through the of another The Farmers crew will never fall, word to the mother
Yo, yo, kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y'all kinda out here, yo I was Yo, what's up? Crew member, 9 ago, man You know what I'm sayin'? Farmers Blvd.
Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda to sleep on it But yo, L, you, won't you sum it All up for the people, aight? aight, let me sum up
Now you the brothers speakin' 'Bout the street that from Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you get none F A R M E R S passin' the Marley Marl in the background the rest
Do re mi fa so la ti do, do ti la so fa mi re do, Get up out my before I play you like Play Doh I did a jam all odds And it was to Farmers Blvd.
Keep on to the beat, A beat, y'all, yes, yes Y'all, you stop