kickin' it with cool c

Lyrics

(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