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1. _ Milky Cereal
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2. _ Illegal Search
Yo baby
Put your seatbelt on
I got my paperwork, don't worry
It's cool
[ the flex ]
Illegal search
(do you wanna see it?)
(i'm gonna do it)
[ verse 1 ]
What the hell are you lookin for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor
Or is it my job to make sure i'm poor?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Keep a cigar in between my jaws
I drink champagne, to hell with coors
Never sold coke in my life, i do tours
Get that flashlight out of my face
I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace
I got cash and real attorneys on the case
You're just a joker perpetratin a ace
You got time, you wanna give me a taste
I don't smoke cigarettes, so why you're lookin for base?
You might plant a gun, and hope i run a race
Eatin in the messhall, sayin my grace
You tried to frame me, but it won't work
Illegal search
[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin
[ l.l. cool j ]
I'm totally relaxed
[ the flex ]
Illegal searchin
[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search
[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Gotta, gotta, gotta...
[ verse 2 ]
I call it nice, you call it a 'drug car'
I say 'disco', you call it a 'drug bar'
I say 'nice guy', you call me mr. good bar
I made progress, you say, "not that far"
I just started it, you're searchin my car
But all my paperwork is up to par
It's in my uncle's name, so the frame won't work
Chump - illegal search
[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin
[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search
You won't find nothin
[ verse 3 ]
On the turnpike, and everything's right
In the background is flashin lights
Get out the car in the middle of the night
It's freezin cold, and you're doin it for spite
Slam me on the hood, yo, that ain't right
You pull out your gun if i'm puttin up a fight
My car, my clothes, and my girl is hype
But you wanna replace my silver stripes
You're a real man, your uniform is tight
Fingerprint me, take me name and height
Hopin it will, but i know it won't work
Illegal search
(do you wanna see it?)
[ l.l. cool j ]
Hey yo, marley
Get funky
[ the flex ]
Illegal illegal illegal search
[ l.l. cool j ]
Real funky
(i'm gonna do it for ya)
(i'm gonna do it)
[ l.l. cool j
Keep it right there
Funk it up
[ verse 4 ]
I was sued to court, the case got thrown out
I'm that man that you all read about
Put me in jail, you're doin it for clout
I only got one question: what's that all about?
Jail is somethin that i can do without
Case dismissed, and now you wanna pout
You feel like tryin it again, but you know it won't work
Illegal search
[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin
[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search
But i got all my id, and my car's registered
Illegal searchin
Illegal search
And them cops out there
That did the wrong thing to one of my brothers
In jersey
Keep on searching
Youknowmsayin?
Cause that was foul
Peace
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3. _ Around The Way Girl
(you got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(on your loving)
I want a girl with extensions in her hair
Bamboo earrings
At least two pair
A fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all i need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing
Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams
Honey coated complexion
Using camay
Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way
Chorus
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
I need an around the way girl
(you got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine
That's why i had to dedicate at least one rhyme
To all the cuties in the neighborhood
Cause if i didn't tell you then another brother would
Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk
Want to eat you like a cookie when i see you walk
With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them
You can break hearts and manipulate minds
Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind
You always know what to say and do
Cold flip when you think your man is playing you
Not cheap but petty
You're ready for loving
You're real independent so your parents be bugging
But if you ever need a place to stay
(oooh you love me)
Come around my way
Chorus
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
To the bridge
I need an around the way girl
(you got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
Perm in your hair or even a curly weave
With that new edition bobby brown button on your sleeve
I tell you come here
You say meet me half way
Cause brothers been popping that game all day
Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel
All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool
Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts
While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court
Going to the movies with your home girls crew
While the businessmen in suits be hawking you
Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining
I think you in the mood for whining and dining
So we can go out and eat somewhere
We got a lot of private jokes to share
Lisa, angela, pamela, renee i love youyou're from around the way
Chorus
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She don't love him
(you got me shook)
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(oooh you love me)
She oh yea
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
The only one for me
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(you got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(you got me shook up shook down shook out)
(till fade)
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4. _ The Boomin' System
{marley marl:}
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin
Yeah aight
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You know what i'm sayin?
(cars ride by with the boomin systems)
(cars ride by)
Funky
For all the cars out there
And all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the e-q and play connect the dots
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cos they don't understand why i act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because i want attention when i'm ridin by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, i say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While i'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm frontin, and i don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think i was a good friend of al capone
Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne
Bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
Cruise - it's 3 o'clock
The girlies, they smile, they see me comin
I'm steady hummin, i got the funky drummer drummin
My trunk be shakin, vibratin and rattlin
Pumpin so loud, all the shorties be battlin
A right-hand man's here without the swing
Every chance i get i'm showin off my rings
I can keep it up until the break of dawn
Cos i'm frontin in my ride and my word is bond
Sun roof open, so i can feel the wind blow
I don't give a damn if it cracks my back window
C to the o to the o to the l to the i to the n
To the f to the r to the o to the n to the t to the i to the n
That means i'm chillin
Like spoonie gee said, my seats are soft like a bed
They recline way back, so i can get real cosy
I got the gangster tapes in the place
Like a basehead would say: i want bass
I want a hit, i want a dose
You're rollin up smilin, but you can't come close
Cos my system is pumpin loud
Like rakim said: i wanna move the crowd
I warm it up with kane, fight the power with pe
Tell the cops: you gots to chill with epmd
This is something devastatin that'll break your trunk
And remember, uncle l is like the future of the funk
You know what i'm sayin
Word
So next time you're in your ride pumpin it up
Just remember
It's cool
Peace
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5. _ Eat Em Up L Chill
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
[ verse 1 ]
Bring on the mo's and ho's
Don't snooze or doze
Cause i'm rippin up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown
I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
So much material, but not materialistic
Imperial styles i use
When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feel you're full-fledged
Or yell "geronimo!" and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when i appear
The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and i'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when he's playin in player mode
Uncle l's bad, and you're soon to say
Cause i rip the mic until the toon decay
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
[ verse 2 ]
Mc's are dumb, i catch em in a dragnet
You're not complete, i'm battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And i be demandin that you're abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While i'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? no one knows
Like i said before, bring on the mo's and ho's
I know my abc's and my p's and q's
Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didn't before
Cause you forgot i was raw
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(yo, eat em up, l)
Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(go 'head, baby)
(do it)
Go 'head, baby
(do it)
Yeah
(do it)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(yo, eat em up, l) ( 2x )
[ verse 3 ]
It's so visual the way i'm throwin down
Visualize mc's goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: i'ma get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, i'm gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when i begin it's like a needle to the skin
If you wasn't prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
You're aware what the rhyme does
I remember when you was an amateur
Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
Bought the album, analyzed the style
Tisk-tisk (hatchew!) god bless you, child
I'm unique when i speak to a beat
Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete
I daze and amaze, my display's a faze
Every phrase is a maze as uncle l slays
The competition that's lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic i'm the golden child
With the magical wand that they're callin a mike
And when mc's approach it turns into a spike
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Why don't you just chill
(eat em up, l)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say what's up to my man kool herc
And my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nation
Know what what i'm sayin
My man marley marl and dj clash
My man b-blast
Rush town
Def jam
We in the house
Of course i gotta say what's up to my homeboys epmd
Yeah
I get busy
Peace
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6. _ Mr. Good Bar
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7. _ The Power Of God
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8. _ 6 Minutes Of Pleasure
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9. _ Mama Said Knock You Out
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10. _ Cheesy Rat Blues
Intro: sampled from "the vapors" by bizmarkie
Nothin can save ya
Nothin, can save ya
Nothin can save ya
*scratched* nothin
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
*scratched* can you feel it
Verse one:
I used to be rollin like a millionaire
Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare
Homeboys hangin, champagne and girls
Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls
Everybody laughin at my corny jokes
I was stupid; i thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If i ain't get paid, i'd be that nobody james
The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin like, "yo, i'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chill
But they would go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
Too busy with a female tellin me i'm the master
I was slick like, "huh, do i know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
Used to have a homeboy, always chillin
My cash went low, he told me i was illin
And don't call cause he don't hang with derelicts
Broke with no cash, yo, i was in the mix
Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girl got a new man, i fixed his flat
I'm the one that they're laughin' at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that"
Chorus: *bizmarkie again*
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin can save ya
Verse two:
I mean crabbin, played out by backstabbin; i feel like tiein
A anchor to my ankle and jumpin right in the ocean
Cause i'm ashy and i can't afford lotion
So-called friends in the jewelry store
Told me, "todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell, i really regret it
Now the only thing i got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man like me
Be walkin around in a world of misery?
And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
Cause they be walkin past me like i'm a stop sign
My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
Sayin, "todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The benz was slammin, the jeep was pumpin
Ain't that somethin?
I just laugh, this isn't what i was raised for
When i walk away, it's like ain't this a
Kick in the rear, that i'm standin here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear
Should i drink wine and brandy
Or get a job puttin stripes on candy
Or put a hole in donuts?
Cause when you're broke, your middle name is "so-what?"
I had to learn in an incredibly fast way
When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray
I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
Right after that, i got dissed by all the hoes
That i thought was mine, but really never was
Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on "e", and that means empty
That twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought i was trippin
I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that"
Repeat chorus
Verse three:
I wanna hang with my man like, "let's do this"
But this man like "who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin the tips on shoelaces
P on the puma, a mop and a bucket
My motto is... i don't care
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as well rob some blake carrington sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by with the boomin system
Sayin, "leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now i'm on the cheeseline, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens
I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me
I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me
I'm so horny
And every girl i know be like, "he's so corny"
I want money in a hurry
I'm gettin tired of leftover curry
I wanna fall off, but i don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, i eat my neighbor's hedges
Now i realize i gotta go for mine
It's windshield time
I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickles
And a kiddy's tricycle
I'm a desperado
"i'ma steal your rims" is my motto
I watch wrestlin until i'm dizzy sore
So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer
I'ma catch the miller truck out there
You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning
The owner don't want em
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that."
Repeat chorus
Outro:
So yo, one more time, one more time
Party people in the house tonight
Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
Keep em there
Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels
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11. _ Jinglin' Baby (remixed But Still Jinglin')
[and you say new york city...] {2x}
Chorus:
(they're jinglin', baby) go 'head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. l. future of the funk. records i recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
But i slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
And put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, i'm nice (nice-nice);
And i'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, mccoy and i'm real.
Another brother's fan? forget how you feel.
He's so-so, i got the instinct.
They call me deputy dog to put your booty in the clink.
You're dancin' to a marley marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? get out my face!
I'm complete, in effect, and i can't maul.
Rise, suprise, and i advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt.
My skill'll get ill, i turn the mother out, huh.
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch.
Now i'm-a do ya while the party people watch.
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But i know why: you ain't had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
Dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked in, i ain't know what to think,
Cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink.
And tried to run down that, i can't get over that
Garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm l.l., and you don't understand, son.
I'm a legend, on top of that i'm livin'.
Now you look booty like that bum miss givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should i say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, yo, i feel for ya brother, i'm a baaaaaad...
(word to the mother!)
Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker,
And rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
Lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, b.
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice,
But when i roll up, it's like hip hop vice.
Serve to curbs, i never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
When i show up, i blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin',
You're trite from the toy, boy, i gotta enlight, so start bitin'.
You know you can't create and get mean like this;
When i'm on the court, g, it's strictly swisssshhhh!
When it's all over, said and done, my friend,
They'll say, "l.l. cool j just scored again."
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop.
I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
Chorus {8x}
[and you say new york city] {4x}
[organ instrumental]
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12. _ 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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