Ll Cool J - Farmers Lyrics

Send "Farmers" ringtone to your cell

(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

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/farmers-lyrics-ll-cool-j-493295.html

[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]

Send "Farmers" ringtone to your cell