LL Cool J — Farmers Blvd. Our Anthem

[Intro: LL Cool J & Marley Marl] 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— Bahahaha Yes, yes, y'all Uh, uh, that's funky (Yeah) Ayo, Marley, man (Yo, what's up, man? Farmers Boulevard) Ayo, man, you know, we was gettin' busy on the album and everything Yeah, we been gettin' funky, but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers (Farmers Boulevard) Know what I'm sayin'? 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? (Farmers Boulevard) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, let's do a jam with them Aight, bet But first I gotta, like, introduce it, you know what I'm sayin'? Aight, kick it (Farmers Boulevard) [Verse 1: LL Cool J & Bomb] 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 one from Farmers Boulevard (Ayo) [Verse 2: Bomb] 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 (Shh) 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 savor You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor Ha, L'll have you breaking locks I'll have you cooking fried rice in a big steel wok 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 [Interlude: LL Cool J & Marley Marl] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here Ayo, ayo, ayo, 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' [Verse 3: Big Money Grip] Kicked out the can and slam Summertime, C.I.A. steppin' 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 buried And the fool who wants to deal with another dose I see to it in a hour that the mother******'s comatose Farmers Boulevard, the place Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to Leatherface Smokin' MCs 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 [Interlude: Marley Marl, LL Cool J & Hi C] 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? What up, kid, yo, what's up? Lemme get busy for 'em one time (Farmers Boulevard) [Verse 4: 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'll 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 (Buck) 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 body bag Fear will erupt through the heart of another The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother [Interlude: Marley Marl & LL Cool J] Yo, 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? Farmers Boulevard, baby Yo, I was kinda— I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it, but yo, L Why don't— why don't you sum it on up for the people? Aight, let me sum this up, yeah [Verse 5: LL 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 [Outro: LL Cool J] Farmers Boulevard Keep on Farmers Boulevard To the beat, y'all (Farmers Boulevard) A funky beat, y'all Yes, yes, y'all You don't stop (Farmers Boulevard)