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(hey man, don&#39;t you realize
in order for us to make this thing work, man
we&#39;ve got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)

yes, yes, y&#39;all
[ cool j ] ah, ah
that&#39;s funky
[ marley marl ] yeah
hey yo, marley, man
[ marley marl ] yo, what&#39;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&#39;s go back on farmers
and get some of them early mc&#39;s
you used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ cool j ] yeah, yeah, yeah
[ marley marl ] yo, let&#39;s do a jam with them
[ cool j ] aight, bet
but first i gotta like introduce it
youknowmsayin?
[ marley marl ] aight, kick
(farmers boulevard)
[ 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&#39;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&#39;m trapped and i&#39;m closed in
sharp-ass claws, and i break all laws
in a while all jaws, cause i&#39;m perfect, no flaws
now i&#39;m back to farmers on some new improved
i&#39;m makin moves, not fakin moves
so don&#39;t you never come around here, talkin that talk
or walkin that walk, you&#39;ll get played like a sport
football, soccer, whatever you savour
you&#39;re a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
ha l&#39;ll have you breakin locks
i&#39;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&#39;ll shed tears
&#39;hip-hip-hooray, he&#39;s back&#39; yo, save the cheers
suckers, i&#39;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&#39;s
[ cool j ] yeah man, i wanna check out my man big money grip
yo, what&#39;s up, man
kick a little somethin
[ big money grip ]
kick out the can and slam
summertime, step into the jam
reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up
and the brothers start fleein like it&#39;s a hold-up
some step aside, but a few play me close
never worry, cause the brother who cross me&#39;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&#39;s in an instant
at my side bustin caps is t-boogie, my assistant
throw that speaker in the trash
why&#39;s that? cause gangster boogie gave the woofer a gash
big money grip makin you get up
farmers crew&#39;s in effect, we never heard of a head-up
[ marley marl ] yo, yo, yo
it&#39;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&#39;s up hi
[ hi c ]
hi c on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme
more than a line on time, because i&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s word to the mother
[ marley marl ] yo, yo
it&#39;s kinda funky out here
yo, yo, yo, hi c
yo man, y&#39;all kinda funky out here, yo
i was -
yo, what&#39;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&#39;t you - won&#39;t you sum it all up for the people, aight?
[ cool j ] aight, let me sum this up
[ cool j ]
now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we&#39;re from
rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can&#39;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&#39;all
a funky beat, y&#39;all
yes, yes, y&#39;all
you don&#39;t stop

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