Sir Mix-a-lot - The Boss Is Back Lyrics
{boss}{boss}We have such sights to show youThis isnt for your eyes...Aaaaaaa, the boss is back!{boss}The boss is back!{boss}{boss}So I took a one-year hiatusAint nobody heard my latestYou thought mix-a-lot was throughBut Im back; this boots on youWhat happened to all the old homies?When the money gets funny its lonelyMy ex turned into a slutDown at the hollywood, slangin that buttCheap perfume and a mini-skirtGirl, whats your line of work?Now that Im rollin, you wanna roll with meBut have you been to the clinic lately?Yesterday you had six condoms, seeToday you got threeTossed you out like a paper sackThis brother aint sprung on the catWhat about all the old homies?I got paid so they call me phonyBut I refuse to lay it low,When a brother like you tells me I cant flow?So here we go, bro, the leader of the flow showLet you know, I roll and get moI yank the bank and I aint been gankedCause my back youre trying to shank, but no thanks!My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the rainWith this fame, you go insaneThe game I run is not fun to some,And now I love no one!The boss is back!{big boss in effect, I aint bluffin!} Im back!Your boss is back!{big boss in effect, I aint bluffin!}{big boss in effect, I aint bluffin!}Tommy wants revengeBut I want your oxygenWhen the game got thick you ranNow in my face you standBeggin for a few hun?Son, your fun meets my gun!Now you scream youre true blackBoy, you need to chill with that!Cause Im an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyerMy gats my lawyerLast week yous a stick-up kidAnd this week youre in show bizStandin on stage, another black wanna-beWanna get paid, so youre as balck as you gotta beThrow up a peace sign, fakin the rhymesRun out of lyrics, scratch in a malcom x lineHypocrite, your hits break the bitsThe boss of brain lays pain when I spitCriticized, cause Im takin the daresAnd now youre tryin to tell another brother what to wear?Come off that tip, you know how it goesAnother brother gets shot and punks blame it on goldGold ropes? naw, that aint your problemThe job of a rapper is to find em and solve emNow youre crying bout what a brother ownsKing died so you could buy your throneI aint got time to take steps in reverseYou or the kkk, whos worse?You told me to stay low in my ghettoAnd so did the klan, so wake up, broWhy do you think brothers is sellin dope, fool?America, boy, the bankroll rules!Play that hard role and say you aint with thatAnd everything youre cryin bout money on your contractTalked about me bad, its time for the payback, black,The boss is back!{boss} Im back.I dont know the meaning of trustI gotta live so I do what I mustSome girlsll cross you when youre softThats why Im my own damn bossTheyll run you down with stressIf youre spring on the butt and chestId rather be sprung on the ducatAnd put another damn freak in my bucketI deal with women, not girlsCause them young onesll shake your worldIm tellin it like it isCause a brother like mix aint losin hisI got about two or three clownsThat try to kick me when Im downBut when I come up, they all play dumbAll of a sudden, its we, not oneI zip up lips when I spit these hitsIm equipped to make misfits quitYoung bucks should all duck cause jaws are gettin struckThe luck gets chuched, so wussup!I ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a manIm kickin quicker than van dammeFace the facts, two platinums stackStep off, fool, or get cracked!The boss is back!{whos the boss? }Im back!{whos the boss? }The boss is back!{whos the boss? }{whos the} {boss}
