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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,
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and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)
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Yes, yes, y'all
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Ah, ah That's funky
Verse 2
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Yeah
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Hey yo, Marley, man
Yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo, man
You know
We was getting busy on the album
everyday
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We been getting funky, but
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I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
Know I'm saying?
Verse 3
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Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some of them early
MC's
You used to be kicking it
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with back in the day?
Verse 4
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, let's do a jam with them
Verse 5
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Alright, bet But first I gotta
like introduce
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it
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You know'm sayin?
Verse 6
Aight, kick it
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(Farmers Boulevard)
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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I'd be back
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To do a jam, against all odds
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Introducing rapper
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1 from Farmers Boulevard
Verse 7
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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
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 savor
You're a tramp and a pussycat,
ready for labor
Ha! I'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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On the Boulevard
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Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
Verse 8
Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncle L, let's go
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Yeah man,
Verse 9
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I wanna check out my man
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Big Money Grip
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Yo, what's up, man
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Kick a little something
Verse 10
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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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ing like it's a hold- up
Some step aside,
but a few play me close
Never worry,
cause the brother who cross me's getting buried
And the fool who wants to
deal with another dose
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I see to it in a hour that the
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mother is comatose
Farmers Boulevard, the place
Handing me a mic is like giving
a chainsaw to Leather face
Smoking MC's in an instant
At my side busting 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 making you get up
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Farmers Crew's in effect,
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we never heard of a head- up
Verse 11
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Yo, yo, yo
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It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard,
yo
Verse 12
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Yeah, we living Chinese people
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in a Turkish bath, baby
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Hi C over there, man
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Yo, what's up Hi C
Verse 13
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Hi C on the scene,
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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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The Boulevard Lord, shorts,
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never take none
Another funky rapper from
around the way
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Leaving bodies at a party,
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cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
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All you remember is a barrel and
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a mouth full of gold
Spreading 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
Am
Any slick talker,
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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 body bag)
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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Yo, yo It's kinda
Verse 14
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funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
I was,
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Yo, what's up?
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F
Verse 15
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9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
Farmers Boulevard, baby
Verse 16
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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?
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Aight, let me sum this up
Verse 17
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Now you heard the brothers speaking
bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hitting, beats kicking,
you can't get none
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F- a- r- m- e- r- s passing the test
Marley Marl in the background
doing 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
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And it was dedicated
to Farmers Boulevard
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(Farmers Boulevard)
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Verse 18
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Keep
on
(Farmers Boulevard)
Verse 19
To the beat, y'all
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A funky beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
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