Farmers Blvd (Our Anthem) - LL Cool J (埃勒·酷) 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 Ah ah That's funky ( marley marl )yeah Hey yo marley man ( marley marl )yo what's up man 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 Yeah yeah yeah ( marley marl )yo let's do a jam with them Aight bet But first i gotta like introduce it Youknowmsayin Aight kick it (farmers boulevard) 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 Hey yo b-o-m-b bomb explosion Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and i'm closed in Sharp-a** 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 she'd tears 'Hip-hip-hooray he's back ' yo save the cheers Suckers i'm drinkin forties of beers On the boulevard Funky funky funky rhymes bein said here Hey yo hey yo Hey yo uncle l let's go Yeah man i wanna check out my man big money grip Yo what's up man Kick a little somethin 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 Yo yo yo It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard yo Yeah we livin chinese people in a turkish bath baby Hi c over there man Yo what's up 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 I'll 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 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 9 years ago man Youknowmsayin Farmers boulevard baby 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 Aight let me sum this up 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 404

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