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Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work? |
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Man, we've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers |
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And the prostitutes, yes, yes, y'all that's funky, yeah |
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Hey yo Marley, man, yo, what's up, man? |
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Hey yo man, you know we was gettin' busy on the album everyday |
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We been gettin' funky but |
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I wanna take this jam back to |
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FarmersYou know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Yo, let's go back on |
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FarmersAnd get some of them early |
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MC's, you used to be kickin' it with |
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Back in the day? |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's do a jam with them |
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Aight, bet but first |
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I gotta like introduce it, you know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Aight, kick it |
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Back in the days before |
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I was Cool |
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JI used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' |
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Games People |
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PlaySittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man |
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Talkin' 'bout big money and future plans |
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I always told the brothers, if |
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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 1 from |
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Farmers Blvd. |
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Hey yo, B |
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O M B, bomb explosion |
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Attack like a cat when |
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I'm trapped and |
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I'm closed in |
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Sharp ass claws and |
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I break all laws |
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In a while all jaws 'cause |
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I'm perfect, no flaws |
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Now I'm back to |
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Farmers on some new improved |
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I'm makin' moves, not fakin' moves |
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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 |
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Football, soccer, whatever you savor |
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You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor |
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L'll have you breakin' locks |
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I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box |
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The type of skills that |
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I got reigned for years |
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No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears' |
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Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, save the cheers |
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Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of beers on the boulevard |
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Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here |
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo uncle |
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L, let's go |
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Yeah man, |
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I wanna check out my man, |
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Big Money |
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GripYo, what's up, man, kick a little somethin' |
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Kick out the can and slam |
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Summertime, |
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C I A step into the jam |
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Reach for the mic and the punks start to fold up |
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And the brothers start fleein' like it's a hold up |
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Some step aside but a few play me close |
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Never worry, 'cause the brother who cross me's gettin' burried |
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And the fool who wants to deal with another dose |
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I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose |
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Farmers Boulevard, the place |
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Handin' me a mic is like givin' a chainsaw to |
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Leather Face |
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Smokin' MC's in an instant |
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At my side bustin' caps is |
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T-Boogie, my assistant |
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Throw that speaker in the trash |
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Why's that? ' |
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Cause Gangster |
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Boogie gave the woofer a gash |
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Big Money |
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Grip makin' you get up |
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Farmers crew's in effect, we never heard of a head up |
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Yo, yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo |
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Yeah, we livin' |
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Chinese people in a |
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Turkish bath, baby |
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Hi C over there, man, yo, what's up? |
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Hi CHi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme |
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More than a line on time because |
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I'm gettin' mine |
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Never underestimate the skill of a great one |
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The Boulevard lord, shorts, never take none |
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Another funky rapper from around the way |
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Leavin' bodies at a party 'cause somebody gotta pay |
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Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold |
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All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold |
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Spreadin' terror on the street like they was in the past |
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Any punks on the block, yo, never could last |
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And I never feel sorry for a sucker |
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I gained on |
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Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on |
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At any Farmers party at my side is a |
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MagOne time a sucker got ill and went out in a body bag |
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Fear will erupt through the heart of another |
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The Farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother |
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Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, |
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Hi CYo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo |
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I wasYo, what's up? |
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Crew member, 9 years ago, man |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Farmers Blvd. baby |
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Yo, I was kinda, |
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I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it |
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But yo, L, won't you, won't you sum it |
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All up for the people, aight? aight, let me sum this up |
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Now you heard the brothers speakin'' |
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Bout the street that we're from |
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Rhymes hittin', beats kickin', you can't get none |
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F A R M E |
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R S passin' the test |
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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 |
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Play DohI did a jam against all odds |
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And it was dedicated to |
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Farmers Blvd. |
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Keep on to the beat, y'all |
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A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes |
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Y'all, you don't stop |
