Farmers Blvd. (Our Anthem)

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, yes, yes, y'all that's funky, yeah

Hey yo Marley, man, 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

FarmersYou know what

I'm sayin'?

Yo, let's go back on

FarmersAnd get some of them early

MC's, you used to be kickin' it with

Back in the day?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 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

Back in the days before

I was Cool

JI used to hang up on the corner, pumpin'

Games People

PlaySittin' 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 Blvd.

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

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

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 shed 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

GripYo, 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

Leather Face

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 CHi 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

MagOne 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

Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo,

Hi CYo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo

I wasYo, what's up?

Crew member, 9 years ago, man

You know what

I'm sayin'?

Farmers Blvd. 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

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 DohI did a jam against all odds

And it was dedicated to

Farmers Blvd.

Keep on to the beat, y'all

A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes

Y'all, you don't stop