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Verse 1
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(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...
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Yes, yes, y'all
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[ Cool J ]Ah, ah That's funky
Verse 2
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[ Marley Marl ]Yeah
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Hey yo, Marley, man
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[ Marley Marl ]Yo, what's up, man?
[ Cool J ]Hey yo, man
You know
We was gettin busy on the album
everyday
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We been gettin funky, but
I wanna take this jam back
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to Farmers
Knowmsayin?
[ Marley Marl ]Yo, let's go
back on Farmers
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And get some of them early MC's
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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
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it
Youknowmsayin?
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[ Marley Marl ]Aight, kick
it...
(Farmers Boulevard)
Verse 3
Back in the days, before I was Cool J
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I used to hang up on the corner,
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pumpin Games People Play
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Sittin on a garbage can,
rhymin to my man
Talkin bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers,
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if I got a contract
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When the money started flowin,
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To do a jam, against all odds
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Introducing rapper 1 from Farm
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ers Boulevard
Verse 4
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
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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
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I'll have you cookin fried
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rice in a big steel box
The type of skills that I got
reigned for years
No worry or cares,
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your crew'll shed tears
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'Hip- hip- hooray, he's back!' Yo,
save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers
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[ Cool J ]Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
Verse 5
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[ Marley Marl ]Hey yo, hey yo
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Hey yo Uncle L, let's go...
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I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip
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Kick a little somethin
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[ Big Money Grip
Verse 6
]
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Kick out the can and slam
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Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam
Reach for the mic,
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and the punks start to fold up
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And the brothers start flee
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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
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I see to it in a hour that the
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
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Farmers Crew's in effect,
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we never heard of a head- up
Verse 7
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[ Marley Marl ]Yo, yo, yo
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It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard,
yo
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[ Cool J ]Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath,
baby
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[ Marley Marl ]Hi C over there,
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man
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[ Cool J ]Yo, what's up Hi C...
Verse 8
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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
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Dm
The Boulevard Lord, shorts,
Another funky rapper from
around the way
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Leavin bodies at a party,
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
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All you remember is a barrel and
Spreadin terror on the street
like they was in the past
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Any punks on the block, yo, nev er could last
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And I never feel sorry for a
sucker I gained on
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yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my
side is a Mag
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(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,
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that's word to the mother
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[ Marley Marl ]Yo, yo It's kinda
Verse 9
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funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
Yo, what's up?
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[ Crew member ]...9 years ago,
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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
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up for the people, aight?
me sum this up
Verse 10
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heard the brothers speakin
bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin, beats kickin,
you can't get none
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F- a- r- m- e- r- s passin the test
Marley Marl in the background
doin the rest
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Do- re- mi- fa- so- la- ti- do,
do- ti- la- so- fa- mi- re- do, kato
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Get up out my face before
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I play you like Play- Doh
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I did a jam against all odds
to Farmers Boulevard
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(Farmers Boulevard)
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Verse 11
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Keep
on
(Farmers Boulevard)
Verse 12
To the beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
Outro 1
You don't stop
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