Testi:
Farmer Boys High To Die

bubble head boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second placers no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer

around, come around, come around... [Verse 3: Shaggy] Buss a shot fi di herbs man dem on yah From then we root up di good marijuana Di farmer, smoke

proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm

it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)

head D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red Its a 9.4 on a Richter scale I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale, The shit we smoke

Mah Accomplice Ya Dig, A Black Activist Like Sonny Carson, Stripes Of A Sergeant(Salute Me), And Chicks, I Get Em High, Higher Than Turbulences, White

eggs And she won't leave the farm except to get paid Candies on twat cause she love to ball Find her at the mizzle on the dresser or the mall Buyin, high

it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)

the place With a gun in my waist I just might pop out slugs With a straight arm Bullets stomp through your Phat Farm till the animals jump out of No