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Текст (слова) песни: Ll Cool J - 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?)

Ba-ha-ha-ha...
Yes, yes, y`all

[ Cool J ] Ah, ah
That`s funky
[ Marley Marl ] Yeah
Hey yo, Marley, man
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, what`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`s go back on Farmers
And get some of them early MC`s
You used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ Cool J ] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, let`s do a jam with them
[ Cool J ] Aight, bet
But first I gotta like introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ Marley Marl ] Aight, kick it...

(Farmers Boulevard)

[ L.L. 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`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`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
(Sh...) 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 savour
You`re a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
Ha! 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

[ Cool J ] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ Marley Marl ] Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncle L, let`s go...
[ Cool J ] Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip
Yo, what`s up, man
Kick a little somethin

[ Big Money Grip ]
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 Leatherface
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

[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo, yo
It`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`s up Hi C...

[ 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 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 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`s word to the mother

[ Marley Marl ] 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?
[ 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`t you - won`t you sum it all up for the people, aight?
[ Cool J ] Aight, let me sum this up

[ L.L. 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

(Farmers Boulevard)

Keep on

(Farmers Boulevard)

To the beat, y`all
A funky beat, y`all
Yes, yes, y`all
You don`t stop

 

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