Farmers Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
(Hey man, don't you [Fm]realize
In order for us to make this thing work,
man
We've got to get rid of the pimps,
and the pushers, and [E]the prostitutes?)
Yes, yes, [C]y'all
[E]Ah, ah That's funky

[Verse 2]
[E]
Yeah
[Dm]Hey yo, Marley, [E]man
Yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo, man
You know
We was getting busy on the album
everyday
We been getting funky, [Dm]but
I wanna take this jam back [E]to Farmers
Know I'm saying?

[Verse 3]
Yo, let's go back on Farmers And get some [Dm]of them early
MC's
You used to be kicking it
with [E]back in the day?

[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah, [E]yeah
Yo, let's do a jam with them

[Verse 5]
Alright, bet But first [E]I gotta
like introduce
[Dm]it
You know'm say[E]in?

[Verse 6]
Aight, kick it
[E](Farmers Boulevard)
Back in the days, before I was Cool J
[A]I used to han[Dm]g up on the cor[E]ner,
pumpin' Games People [Dm]Play
[Am]Sittin' on a [A]garbage can,
rhymin' to my man
Talkin' bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers,
if I [Dm]got a contract
When the money started [A]flowin',
[E]I'd be back
To do [Dm]a ja[E]m, against all odd[A]s
Intro[Dm]ducing rapper
1 from Farm[E]ers Boulevard

[Verse 7]
Hey yo, [E]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 [A]walkin' [E]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
I'll have you [A]cookin fried
[C#m]rice in a b[E]ig steel box
The type of skills that I got
reigned for years
No worry or cares,
[A]your [Dm]crew'll shed tears
'Hip- hip- hooray, he's [E]back!' Yo,
save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of beers
On the [A]Boulevard
[E]Funky, [A]funky, funky rhymes bein said here

[Verse 8]
Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncle L, let's go
[Am]Yeah [E]man,

[Verse 9]
[A]I wanna check out my man
Big Money [E]Grip
[A]Yo, what's up, man
[Am]Kick a little [E]something[Am]

[Verse 10]
Kick out the [E]can and slam
Summertime, [C#m]C.I.A. step [A]into [E]the jam
Reach for the mic,
and the punks start [A]to fold up
[E]And the brothers start flee
[Am]ing like it's a [E]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
I see [C#m]to it in a hour that the
[E]mother is comatose
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
Farmers [A]Crew's in effect,
[E]we never heard of a head- up

[Verse 11]
Yo, [F]yo, yo
It's kinda [E]funky out here on the boulevard,
yo

[Verse 12]
Yeah, we living [A]Chinese people
in [Am]a Turkish [E]bath, baby
[Am]Hi C over there, man
Yo, what's [E]up Hi C

[Verse 13]
[Am][E]
Hi [Am]C on [A]the scene,
at last [E]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 [A]Boulevard [C#m]Lord, shorts,
[E]never take none
Another funky rapper from
around the way
Leaving [C#m]bodies at a party,
cause some[E]body gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
All you re[Dm]member is a barrel and
a [E]mouth full of gold
Spreading terror on the street
like they was in the past
Any [A]punks on the [E]block, yo, [A]never could last
[E]And I never feel sorry for a
sucker I gained on
Any slick [G#m]talker,
yo, he's bound [E]to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my
side is a Mag
(One time a [Dm]sucker got [E]ill
and went out in a body bag)
Fear will erupt through the
heart of another
The Farmers Crew will never fall,
that's word to the [A]mother
[E]Yo, yo It's kinda

[Verse 14]
[Am]
funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
I was,
[A]Yo, what's up?
[Am][E]

[Verse 15]
[Am]
[E]9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
Farmers Boulevard, baby

[Verse 16]
Yo, I was kinda, I was kinda stagnant [E]to
sleep on it
But yo, L
Won't you, won't you sum it all
up for the [Dm]people, aight?
[E]Aight, let me sum this [E]up

[Verse 17]
Now you [A]heard the brothers [E]speaking
bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hitting, beats kicking,
you can't get none
F- a- [Am]r- m- e- r- s pa[A]ssing the test
Marley Marl in the background
doing the rest
Do- re- [Am]mi- fa- so- la- [E]ti- do,
do- ti- la- so- fa- mi- re- do, kato
[A]Get up out my face before
I [Am]play you like Play- Doh
[E]I did a jam aga[A]inst all odd[E]s
[A]And it was dedicated
to Farmers Boulevard
(Farmer[Dm]s Boulevard)
[Am][A][Am]

[Verse 18]
[Am][E]
[A]Kee[Dm]p[Am][E][A]
on
(Farmers Boulevard)

[Verse 19]
To the beat, y'all
[E]A funky beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all

[Outro 1]
You don't stop