[Verse 2: Bomb]
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 (Shh)
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 breaking locks
I'll have you cooking fried rice in a big steel wok
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✦
[Interlude: LL Cool J & Marley Marl]
Funky,✦ funky,✦ funky✦ rhymes✦ bein' said here
Ayo, ayo, ayo, 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'
[Verse 3: Big Money Grip]
Kicked✦ out the can and slam
Summertime, C.I.A. steppin' 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 mother******'s✦ comatose
Farmers✦ Boulevard,✦ the place
Handin'✦ me a mic is like givin'✦ a chainsaw to Leatherface
Smokin'✦ MCs 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✦
[Interlude: Marley Marl, LL Cool J & Hi C]
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?
What up, kid, yo, what's up?
Lemme get busy✦ for 'em one time (Farmers✦ Boulevard)✦
[Verse 4: 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'll 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 (Buck)
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 body✦ bag
Fear will erupt through the heart of another✦
The Farmers✦ Crew will never✦ fall, that's word to the mother✦
[Interlude: Marley Marl & LL Cool J]
Yo, 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?
Farmers✦ Boulevard,✦ baby✦
Yo, I was kinda—✦ I was kinda✦ stagnant to sleep on it, but yo, L
Why don't— why don't you sum it on up for the people?
Aight, let me sum this up, yeah
[Verse 5: LL 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✦
[Outro: LL Cool J]
Farmers✦ Boulevard✦
Keep on
Farmers✦ Boulevard✦
To the beat, y'all (Farmers✦ Boulevard)✦
A funky✦ beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
You don't stop (Farmers✦ Boulevard)✦