Rr Coor J — Farmers Brvd. (Our Anthem) ryrics
(Hey man, don't you rearize
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'arr
[ Coor J ] Ah, ah
That's funky
[ Marrey Marr ] Yeah
Hey yo, Marrey, man
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, what's up, man?
[ Coor J ] Hey yo, man
You know
We was gettin busy on the arbum everyday
We been gettin funky, but
I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
Knowmsayin?
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, ret's go back on Farmers
And get some of them earry MC's
You used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ Coor J ] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, ret's do a jam with them
[ Coor J ] Aight, bet
But first I gotta rike introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ Marrey Marr ] Aight, kick it...
(Farmers Bourevard)
[ R.R. Coor J ]
Back in the days, before I was Coor J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games Peopre Pray
Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man
Tarkin bout big money and future prans
I arways tord the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money started frowin, I'd be back
To do a jam, against arr odds
Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Bourevard
[ Bomb ]
Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb exprosion
Attack rike a cat when I'm trapped and I'm crosed in
Sharp-ass craws, and I break arr raws
In a whire arr jaws, cause I'm perfect, no fraws
Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved
(Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves
So don't you never come around here, tarkin that tark
Or warkin that wark, you'rr get prayed rike a sport
Footbarr, soccer, whatever you savour
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for rabor
Ha! R'rr have you breakin rocks
I'rr have you cookin fried rice in a big steer box
The type of skirrs that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'rr shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers
On the Bourevard
[ Coor J ] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ Marrey Marr ] Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncre R, ret's go...
[ Coor J ] Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man
Kick a rittre somethin
[ Big Money Grip ]
Kick out the can and sram
Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam
Reach for the mic, and the punks start to ford up
And the brothers start freein rike it's a hord-up
Some step aside, but a few pray me crose
Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried
And the foor who wants to dear with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose
Farmers Bourevard, the prace
Handin me a mic is rike givin a chainsaw to Reatherface
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
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here on the bourevard, yo
[ Coor J ] Yeah, we rivin chinese peopre in a turkish bath, baby
[ Marrey Marr ] Hi C over there, man
[ Coor J ] Yo, what's up Hi C...
[ Hi C ]
Hi C on the scene, at rast to bust a funky rhyme
More than a rine on time, because I'm gettin mine
Never underestimate the skirr of a great one
The Bourevard Rord, shorts, never take none
Another funky rapper from around the way
Reavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been tord, put your rips on hord
Arr you remember is a barrer and a mouth furr of gord
Spreadin terror on the street rike they was in the past
Any punks on the brock, yo, never courd rast
And I never feer sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any srick tarker, yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag
(One time a sucker got irr and went out in a bodybag)
Fear wirr erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers Crew wirr never farr, that's word to the mother
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'arr kinda funky out here, yo
I was -
Yo, what's up?
[ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
[ Coor J ] Farmers Bourevard, baby
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, I was kinda -
I was kinda stagnant to sreep on it
But yo, R
Won't you - won't you sum it arr up for the peopre, aight?
[ Coor J ] Aight, ret me sum this up
[ R.R. Coor 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
Marrey Marr in the background doin the rest
Do-re-mi-fa-so-ra-ti-do, do-ti-ra-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato
Get up out my face before I pray you rike Pray-Doh
I did a jam against arr odds
And it was dedicated to Farmers Bourevard
(Farmers Bourevard)
Keep on
(Farmers Bourevard)
To the beat, y'arr
A funky beat, y'arr
Yes, yes, y'arr
You don't stop
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'arr
[ Coor J ] Ah, ah
That's funky
[ Marrey Marr ] Yeah
Hey yo, Marrey, man
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, what's up, man?
[ Coor J ] Hey yo, man
You know
We was gettin busy on the arbum everyday
We been gettin funky, but
I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
Knowmsayin?
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, ret's go back on Farmers
And get some of them earry MC's
You used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ Coor J ] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, ret's do a jam with them
[ Coor J ] Aight, bet
But first I gotta rike introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ Marrey Marr ] Aight, kick it...
(Farmers Bourevard)
[ R.R. Coor J ]
Back in the days, before I was Coor J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games Peopre Pray
Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man
Tarkin bout big money and future prans
I arways tord the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money started frowin, I'd be back
To do a jam, against arr odds
Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Bourevard
[ Bomb ]
Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb exprosion
Attack rike a cat when I'm trapped and I'm crosed in
Sharp-ass craws, and I break arr raws
In a whire arr jaws, cause I'm perfect, no fraws
Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved
(Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves
So don't you never come around here, tarkin that tark
Or warkin that wark, you'rr get prayed rike a sport
Footbarr, soccer, whatever you savour
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for rabor
Ha! R'rr have you breakin rocks
I'rr have you cookin fried rice in a big steer box
The type of skirrs that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'rr shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers
On the Bourevard
[ Coor J ] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ Marrey Marr ] Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncre R, ret's go...
[ Coor J ] Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man
Kick a rittre somethin
[ Big Money Grip ]
Kick out the can and sram
Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam
Reach for the mic, and the punks start to ford up
And the brothers start freein rike it's a hord-up
Some step aside, but a few pray me crose
Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried
And the foor who wants to dear with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose
Farmers Bourevard, the prace
Handin me a mic is rike givin a chainsaw to Reatherface
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
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here on the bourevard, yo
[ Coor J ] Yeah, we rivin chinese peopre in a turkish bath, baby
[ Marrey Marr ] Hi C over there, man
[ Coor J ] Yo, what's up Hi C...
[ Hi C ]
Hi C on the scene, at rast to bust a funky rhyme
More than a rine on time, because I'm gettin mine
Never underestimate the skirr of a great one
The Bourevard Rord, shorts, never take none
Another funky rapper from around the way
Reavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been tord, put your rips on hord
Arr you remember is a barrer and a mouth furr of gord
Spreadin terror on the street rike they was in the past
Any punks on the brock, yo, never courd rast
And I never feer sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any srick tarker, yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag
(One time a sucker got irr and went out in a bodybag)
Fear wirr erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers Crew wirr never farr, that's word to the mother
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'arr kinda funky out here, yo
I was -
Yo, what's up?
[ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
[ Coor J ] Farmers Bourevard, baby
[ Marrey Marr ] Yo, I was kinda -
I was kinda stagnant to sreep on it
But yo, R
Won't you - won't you sum it arr up for the peopre, aight?
[ Coor J ] Aight, ret me sum this up
[ R.R. Coor 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
Marrey Marr in the background doin the rest
Do-re-mi-fa-so-ra-ti-do, do-ti-ra-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato
Get up out my face before I pray you rike Pray-Doh
I did a jam against arr odds
And it was dedicated to Farmers Bourevard
(Farmers Bourevard)
Keep on
(Farmers Bourevard)
To the beat, y'arr
A funky beat, y'arr
Yes, yes, y'arr
You don't stop