Farmers - LL Cool J Written by：Edward Hinson/James Todd Smith/Benjamin Strong 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 Compensation 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 begging me to beat it up Raw dog Throw your wacky on the floor straight Kill that Have her gargling 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 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 ni**a e love R keep the ill rims on the car S I reaped it what more can I say son Farmers what Farmers what Murder
Little niggas getting money on the Hot block He got the chrome sh*t spinning up on Linden Look at the ice and leather the way it Bleeding 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 ni**a What now
Tell your man step up then watch he Go down Game one do or die like Bedside Nobody even coming close ni**a Why try From the Bronx to Shao Lin to Uptown Like buckshot said ni**a Duck down You better play like en vogue and Hold on You know I'm going out ni**a Come on
Come on come one come on 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 ni**a e love R keep the ill rims on the car S I reaped it what more can I say son Farmers what Farmers what 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 Ni**a never be afraid you gotta Get paid No matter what I do I keep it Sexy Me and my team spending 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 stumbling and falling off a Head ride When I'm going 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
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 ni**a e love R keep the ill rims on the car S I reaped it what more can I say son Farmers what Farmers what
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M I gotta hold it down wit my man E big up to my ni**a e love R keep the ill rims on the car S I reaped it what more can I say son Farmers what Farmers what
