Kunci: Bb minor
Verse 1
Fm
(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,
E
and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)
Verse 2
E
Yeah
Dm
E
Hey yo, Marley, man
Yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo, man
You know
We was getting busy on the album
everyday
Dm
We been getting funky, but
E
I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
Know I'm saying?
Verse 3
Dm
Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some of them early
MC's
You used to be kicking it
Verse 4
Yo, let's do a jam with them
Verse 5
E
Alright, bet But first I gotta
like introduce
Dm
it
Verse 6
Aight, kick it
E
(Farmers Boulevard)
Back in the days, before I was Cool J
A
Dm
E
I used to hang up on the corner,
Dm
pumpin' Games People Play
Am
A
Sittin' on a garbage can,
rhymin' to my man
Talkin' bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers,
A
When the money started flowin',
Dm
E
A
To do a jam, against all odds
Verse 7
E
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
A
E
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! I'll have you breakin locks
A
I'll have you cookin fried
C#m
E
rice in a big steel box
The type of skills that I got
reigned for years
No worry or cares,
A
Dm
your crew'll shed tears
E
'Hip- hip- hooray, he's back!' Yo,
save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of beers
E
A
Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
Verse 8
Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncle L, let's go
Am
E
Yeah man,
Verse 9
Am
E
Am
Kick a little something
Verse 10
E
Kick out the can and slam
C#m
A
E
Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam
Reach for the mic,
A
and the punks start to fold up
E
And the brothers start flee
Am
E
ing like it's a hold- up
Some step aside,
but a few play me close
Never worry,
cause the brother who cross me's getting buried
And the fool who wants to
deal with another dose
C#m
I see to it in a hour that the
Farmers Boulevard, the place
Handing me a mic is like giving
a chainsaw to Leather face
Smoking MC's in an instant
At my side busting 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 making you get up
A
Farmers Crew's in effect,
E
we never heard of a head- up
Verse 11
E
It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard,
yo
Verse 12
A
Yeah, we living Chinese people
Am
E
in a Turkish bath, baby
Verse 13
Am
E
Am
A
Hi C on the scene,
E
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
A
C#m
The Boulevard Lord, shorts,
Another funky rapper from
around the way
C#m
Leaving bodies at a party,
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
Dm
All you remember is a barrel and
Spreading terror on the street
like they was in the past
A
E
A
Any punks on the block, yo, never could last
E
And I never feel sorry for a
sucker I gained on
E
yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my
side is a Mag
Dm
E
(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,
A
that's word to the mother
Verse 14
Am
funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
I was,
Am
E
Verse 15
Am
Youknowmsayin?
Farmers Boulevard, baby
Verse 16
E
Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda stagnant to
sleep on it
But yo, L
Won't you, won't you sum it all
Dm
up for the people, aight?
E
E
Aight, let me sum this up
Verse 17
A
E
Now you heard the brothers speaking
bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hitting, beats kicking,
you can't get none
Am
A
F- a- r- m- e- r- s passing the test
Marley Marl in the background
doing the rest
Am
E
Do- re- mi- fa- so- la- ti- do,
do- ti- la- so- fa- mi- re- do, kato
A
Get up out my face before
Am
I play you like Play- Doh
E
A
E
I did a jam against all odds
to Farmers Boulevard
Am
A
Am
Verse 18
Am
E
A
Dm
Am
E
A
Keep
on
(Farmers Boulevard)
Verse 19
To the beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
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