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

[Cool J + Marley Marl]

Ah, ah

Cool J: That's funky

Marley Marl: Yeah

J: Hey yo, Marley, man

Marl: Yo, what's up, man?

J: 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?

Marl: 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?

J: Yeah, yeah, yeah

Marl: Yo, let's do a jam with them

J: Aight, bet

But first I gotta like introduce it

Youknowmsayin?

Marl: Aight, kick it...

(Farmers Boulevard)

[Verse: L.L. Cool J]

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

[Verse: Bomb]

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

(Sh...) 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

[Cool J + Marley Marl]

Cool J: Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein' said here

Marl: Hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo Uncle L, let's go...

J: Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip

Yo, what's up, man

Kick a little somethin'

[Verse: Big Money Grip]

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

[Cool J + Marley Marl]

Yo, yo, yo

It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo

Cool J: Yeah, we livin' Chinese people in a Turkish bath, baby

Marl: Hi C over there, man

J: Yo, what's up Hi C...

[Verse: 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

(One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag)

Fear will erupt through the heart of another

The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother

[Cool J + Marley Marl]

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?

Cool J: Farmers Boulevard, baby

Marley Marl: 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?

J: Aight, let me sum this up

[Verse: L.L. 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

(Farmers Boulevard)

Keep on

(Farmers Boulevard)

To the beat, y'all

A funky beat, y'all

Yes, yes, y'all

You don't stop