kickin' it with cool c
Singer:big sean
in order for us to make this thing work
we've got to get rid of the pimps
we was gettin busy on the album everyday
i wanna take this jam back to farmers
and get some of them early mc's
you used to be kickin it with back in the day?
but first i gotta like introduce it
kick it. back in the days
i used to hang up on the corner
pumpin' games people play
talkin' bout big money and future plans
i always told the brothers
when the money started flowin'
introducing rapper 1 from farmers boulevard
attack like a cat when i'm trapped and i'm closed in
now i'm back to farmers on some new improved
so don't you never come around here
you'll get played like a sport
you're a tramp and a pussycat
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
i'm drinkin forties of beers
funky rhymes bein' said here
i wanna check out my man big money grip
kick out the can and slam
and the punks start to fold up
and the brothers start fleein' like it's a hold-up
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
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
throw that speaker in the trash
why's that? cause gangster boogie gave the woofer a gash
big money grip makin you get up
we never heard of a head-up
it's kinda funky out here on the boulevard
we livin' chinese people in a turkish bath
what's up hi c. hi c on the scene
at last to bust a funky rhyme
never underestimate the skill of a great one
another funky rapper from around the way
leavin' bodies at a party
all you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold
spreadin' terror on the street like they was in the past
and i never feel sorry for a sucker i gained on
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
it's kinda funky out here
y'all kinda funky out here
i was kinda stagnant to sleep on it
won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people
now you heard the brothers speakin 'bout the street that we're from
f-a-r-m-e-r-s passin' the test
marley marl in the background doin the rest
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