kickin' it with cool c

(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

ah

ah

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 farmers

knowmsayin?

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?

yeah

yeah

yeah

yo

let's do a jam with them

aight

bet

but first i gotta like introduce it

youknowmsayin?

aight

kick it. 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

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

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

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 grip

yo

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 buried

and the fool who wants to deal with another dose

i see to it in a hour that the mutha. 's 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

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 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

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 c

yo man

y'all kinda funky out here

yo

i was -

yo

what's up?

nine years ago

man

youknowmsayin?

farmers boulevard

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-doh

i did a jam against all odds

and it was dedicated to farmers boulevard

keep on

to the beat

y'all

a funky beat

y'all

yes

yes

y'all

you don't stop