Lyrics of Song 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