Ll Cool J Farmers Lyrics:
[LL (Tikki)]

(Right now)
I'm bout to show
you how it's done,
you can
(Shut down)
Yo, my uzi weights
a ton, you can
(Beat down)
And you can pump it in
your system till it
(Blow out)
Whatever dog, no
doubt, I'm bout to
(Smack up)
Anybody who front like he
(Hardcore)
Don't he know I
stay raw? This is
(LL)
Competetion, they
fell because I
(Do this)
Bringing drama and
truth cuz I don't
(Play that)
And I be reepin up cash since
(Way back)
Put your honey on my
lap and make her
(Heat up)
Got her beggin me to beat it up
(Raw dog)
Throw your wacky on the
floor, straight
(Kill that)
Have her garglin nuts until I
(Spill that)
You better play
like En Vogue and
(Hold on)
You wanna battle?
Set it off baby
(Come on)
Come one, Come on, Come on

[Hook]
(F) because my
flavor's the best
(A) I get my hustle off all day
(R) Reck my block, knee all far
(M) I gotta hold it
down wit my man
(E) Big up to my nigga E Love
(R) Keep the ill
rims on the car
(S) I repped it, what
more can I say, son
Farmers (What)
Farmers (What)

(Murder)
Little niggas
gettin money on the
(Hot block)
He got the chrome
shit spinnin up on
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(Linden)
Look at the ice and
leather, the way it
(Blendin)
Pass the spit hot
Linden from here to
(Mary)
You think you hot,
Cool Jane? Ever
(Here it)
And when it comes to
this I'm not a
(Soldier)
I'm a General crack King
(I told ya)
I proved I'm the
greatest rapper, nigga
(What now)
Tell your man step
up, then watch he
(Go down)
Game one, do or die like
(Bedside)
Nobody even comin close, nigga
(Why try)
From the Bronx to Shaolin to
(Uptown)
Like Buckshot said nigga
(Duck down)
You better play
like En Vogue and
(Hold on)
You know I'm goin out nigga
(Come on)
Come on, Come one, Come on

[Hook]

Na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

(No doubt)
I'll take your block and
air it out, stay
(Ice out)
Me and my man,
Little Sharp in the
(Double R)
Whole block, lined
up wit all the
(Hot cars)
Nigga, never be
afraid you gotta
(Get paid)
No matter what I do, I keep it
(Sexy)
Me and my team
spendin cream on the
(Club scene)
On Performance Boulevard out in
(Killa Queens)
This joint knocked in
the tunnel bout
(One o'clock)
They like them raw, not
the watered down
(Hip Hop)
The broad money and alah zay it
(Don't Stop)
Niggas stumblin and
fallin off a
(Head Ride)
When I'm goin to Bedshaw
(Remember me)
I'm the greast Em
Cee there could
(Ever be)
You better call Def
Jam, and tell 'em
(Hold on)
Cuz another major label told me
(Come on)
Come on, Come on, Come on

[Hook]
Lyrics: Farmers, Ll Cool J [end]