Mama Said Knock You Out

Yo baby
Put your seatbelt on
I got my paperwork, don't worry
It's cool

[ the flex ]
Illegal search

(do you wanna see it?)

(i'm gonna do it)

[ verse 1 ]
What the hell are you lookin for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Wear my jewels and like freak it on the floor
Or is it my job to make sure i'm poor?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Keep a cigar in between my jaws
I drink champagne, to hell with coors
Never sold coke in my life, i do tours
Get that flashlight out of my face
I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace
I got cash and real attorneys on the case
You're just a joker perpetratin a ace
You got time, you wanna give me a taste
I don't smoke cigarettes, so why you're lookin for base?
You might plant a gun, and hope i run a race
Eatin in the messhall, sayin my grace
You tried to frame me, but it won't work
Illegal search

[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ l.l. cool j ]
I'm totally relaxed

[ the flex ]
Illegal searchin

[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search

[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Keep on searchin
Gotta, gotta, gotta...

[ verse 2 ]
I call it nice, you call it a 'drug car'
I say 'disco', you call it a 'drug bar'
I say 'nice guy', you call me mr. good bar
I made progress, you say, "not that far"
I just started it, you're searchin my car
But all my paperwork is up to par
It's in my uncle's name, so the frame won't work
Chump - illegal search

[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search

You won't find nothin

[ verse 3 ]
On the turnpike, and everything's right
In the background is flashin lights
Get out the car in the middle of the night
It's freezin cold, and you're doin it for spite
Slam me on the hood, yo, that ain't right
You pull out your gun if i'm puttin up a fight
My car, my clothes, and my girl is hype
But you wanna replace my silver stripes
You're a real man, your uniform is tight
Fingerprint me, take me name and height
Hopin it will, but i know it won't work
Illegal search

(do you wanna see it?)

[ l.l. cool j ]
Hey yo, marley
Get funky

[ the flex ]
Illegal illegal illegal search

[ l.l. cool j ]
Real funky

(i'm gonna do it for ya)
(i'm gonna do it)

[ l.l. cool j
Keep it right there
Funk it up

[ verse 4 ]
I was sued to court, the case got thrown out
I'm that man that you all read about
Put me in jail, you're doin it for clout
I only got one question: what's that all about?
Jail is somethin that i can do without
Case dismissed, and now you wanna pout
You feel like tryin it again, but you know it won't work
Illegal search

[ the flex ]
Keep on searchin

[ l.l. cool j ]
Illegal search
But i got all my id, and my car's registered

Illegal searchin
Illegal search

And them cops out there
That did the wrong thing to one of my brothers
In jersey
Keep on searching
Youknowmsayin?
Cause that was foul

Peace

{marley marl:}
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin

Yeah aight
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You know what i'm sayin?

(cars ride by with the boomin systems)
(cars ride by)

Funky
For all the cars out there
And all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out

You know it's funky, funky, funky cos you heard it from hear-say
A jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay
Strictly for frontin when you're ridin around
12 o'clock at night with your windows down
Headlights breakin cos your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the e-q and play connect the dots
Leanin to the side, people everywhere
The trunk full of amps, there ain't no room for a spare
Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cos they don't understand why i act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because i want attention when i'm ridin by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly

Girlies wanna ride with a brother like me
Cos they be hear me gettin funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, i say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While i'm checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm frontin, and i don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think i was a good friend of al capone
Crazy air freshener, who needs cologne
Bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
Cruise - it's 3 o'clock
The girlies, they smile, they see me comin
I'm steady hummin, i got the funky drummer drummin
My trunk be shakin, vibratin and rattlin
Pumpin so loud, all the shorties be battlin
A right-hand man's here without the swing
Every chance i get i'm showin off my rings
I can keep it up until the break of dawn
Cos i'm frontin in my ride and my word is bond

Sun roof open, so i can feel the wind blow
I don't give a damn if it cracks my back window
C to the o to the o to the l to the i to the n
To the f to the r to the o to the n to the t to the i to the n
That means i'm chillin
Like spoonie gee said, my seats are soft like a bed
They recline way back, so i can get real cosy
I got the gangster tapes in the place
Like a basehead would say: i want bass
I want a hit, i want a dose
You're rollin up smilin, but you can't come close
Cos my system is pumpin loud
Like rakim said: i wanna move the crowd
I warm it up with kane, fight the power with pe
Tell the cops: you gots to chill with epmd
This is something devastatin that'll break your trunk
And remember, uncle l is like the future of the funk

You know what i'm sayin
Word
So next time you're in your ride pumpin it up
Just remember
It's cool

Peace

Intro: sampled from "the vapors" by bizmarkie

Nothin can save ya
Nothin, can save ya
Nothin can save ya
*scratched* nothin

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Keep 'em there
Yo, run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels

*scratched* can you feel it

Verse one:

I used to be rollin like a millionaire
Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare
Homeboys hangin, champagne and girls
Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls
Everybody laughin at my corny jokes
I was stupid; i thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If i ain't get paid, i'd be that nobody james
The nobody, who dreamed about bein somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin like, "yo, i'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chill
But they would go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
Too busy with a female tellin me i'm the master
I was slick like, "huh, do i know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
Used to have a homeboy, always chillin
My cash went low, he told me i was illin
And don't call cause he don't hang with derelicts
Broke with no cash, yo, i was in the mix
Everybody stepped cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girl got a new man, i fixed his flat
I'm the one that they're laughin' at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Chorus: *bizmarkie again*

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin can save ya

Verse two:

I mean crabbin, played out by backstabbin; i feel like tiein
A anchor to my ankle and jumpin right in the ocean
Cause i'm ashy and i can't afford lotion
So-called friends in the jewelry store
Told me, "todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell, i really regret it
Now the only thing i got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man like me
Be walkin around in a world of misery?
And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
Cause they be walkin past me like i'm a stop sign
My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
Sayin, "todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The benz was slammin, the jeep was pumpin
Ain't that somethin?
I just laugh, this isn't what i was raised for
When i walk away, it's like ain't this a
Kick in the rear, that i'm standin here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear
Should i drink wine and brandy
Or get a job puttin stripes on candy
Or put a hole in donuts?
Cause when you're broke, your middle name is "so-what?"
I had to learn in an incredibly fast way
When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray
I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
Right after that, i got dissed by all the hoes
That i thought was mine, but really never was
Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on "e", and that means empty
That twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought i was trippin
I rode the back of the bus, but my grip kept on slippin
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Repeat chorus

Verse three:

I wanna hang with my man like, "let's do this"
But this man like "who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin the tips on shoelaces
P on the puma, a mop and a bucket
My motto is... i don't care
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as well rob some blake carrington sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by with the boomin system
Sayin, "leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now i'm on the cheeseline, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens
I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me
I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me
I'm so horny
And every girl i know be like, "he's so corny"
I want money in a hurry
I'm gettin tired of leftover curry
I wanna fall off, but i don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, i eat my neighbor's hedges
Now i realize i gotta go for mine
It's windshield time
I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickles
And a kiddy's tricycle
I'm a desperado
"i'ma steal your rims" is my motto
I watch wrestlin until i'm dizzy sore
So if you're cashin your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer
I'ma catch the miller truck out there
You know how they throw, the newspapers in the morning
The owner don't want em
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "cheesy rat, you ain't all that."

Repeat chorus

Outro:

So yo, one more time, one more time
Party people in the house tonight

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
Keep em there
Run the jewels, run the jewels, run the jewels

(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 ] ah, ah
That's funky
[ marley marl ] yeah
Hey yo, marley, man
[ marley marl ] yo, what's up, man?
[ cool 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?
[ marley 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?
[ cool j ] yeah, yeah, yeah
[ marley marl ] yo, let's do a jam with them
[ cool j ] aight, bet
But first i gotta like introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ marley marl ] aight, kick it...

(farmers boulevard)

[ 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

[ 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 savour
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 ] funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ marley marl ] hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo uncle l, let's go...
[ cool j ] yeah man, i wanna check out my man big money grip
Yo, what's up, man
Kick a little somethin

[ 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 burried
And the fool who wants to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is 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

[ 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
[ marley marl ] hi c over there, man
[ cool j ] yo, what's up hi c...

[ 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

[ 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?
[ crew member ] ...9 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?
[ cool j ] aight, let me sum this up

[ 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