Farmers

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)
Anybody who front like he
Whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to
(Smack up)
(Hardcore)
Don't he know I stay raw? This is
(LL)
Competetion, they fell because I
(Do this)
Bringing drama and truth 'cause 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
Have her garglin nuts until I
(Kill that)
(Spill that)
You better play like En Vogue and
(Hold on)
(Come on)
You wanna battle? Set it off baby
Come one, Come on, Come on

(F) because my flavor's the best
[Hook]
(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
(S) I repped it, what more can I say, son
(R) Keep the I'll rims on the car
Farmers (What)
Farmers (What)
Little niggas gettin money on the

(Murder)
(Hot block)
(Linden)
He got the chrome sh*t spinnin up on
Look at the ice and leather, the way it
(Blendin)
Pass the spit hot Linden from here to
(Mary)
(Here it)
You think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever
And when it comes to this I'm not a
(Soldier)
I'm a General crack King
(I told ya)
(What now)
I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga
Tell your man step up, then watch he
(Go down)
(Bedside)
Game one, do or die like
Nobody even comin close, nigga
(Why try)
From the Bronx to Shaolin to
(Duck down)
Like Buckshot said nigga
(Uptown)
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)
(Hot cars)
Me and my man, Little Sharp in the
(Double R)
Nigga, never be afraid you gotta
Whole block, lined up wit all the
(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)
'cause another major label told me
(Come on)
Come on, Come on, Come on

[Hook