Текст песни The Boss Is Back

{Boss}

{Boss}

We have such sights to show you

This isn't for your eyes...

AaaAAAA, the boss is back!

{Boss}

The boss is back!

{Boss}

{Boss}

So I took a one-year hiatus

Ain't nobody heard my latest

You thought Mix-a-Lot was through

But I'm back; this boot's on you

What happened to all the old homies?

When the money gets funny it's lonely

My ex turned into a slut

Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that butt

Cheap perfume and a mini-skirt

Girl, what's your line of work?

Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me

But have you been to the clinic lately?

Yesterday you had six condoms, see

Today you got three

Tossed you out like a paper sack

This brother ain't Sprung On The Cat

What about all the old homies?

I got paid so they call me phony

But I refuse to lay it low,

When a brother like you tells me I can't flow?

So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show

Let you know, I roll and get mo'

I yank the bank and I ain't been ganked

Cause my back you're trying to shank, but no thanks!

My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain

With this fame, you go insane

The game I run is not fun to some,

And now I love no one!

The boss is back!

{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!

Your boss is back!

{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}

Tommy wants revenge

But I want your oxygen

When the game got thick you ran

Now in my face you stand

Beggin' for a few hun?

Son, your fun meets my gun!

Now you scream you're true black

Boy, you need to chill with that!

Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer

My gat's my lawyer

Last week you's a stick-up kid

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Standin' on stage, another black wanna-be

Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you gotta be

Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the rhymes

Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X line

Hypocrite, your hits break the bits

The boss of brain lays pain when I spit

Criticized, cause I'm takin' the dares

And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to wear?

Come off that tip, you know how it goes

Another brother gets shot and punks blame it on gold

Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem

The job of a rapper is to find em and solve em

Now you're crying bout what a brother owns

King died so you could buy your throne

I ain't got time to take steps in reverse

You or the KKK, who's worse?

You told me to stay low in my ghetto

And so did the Klan, so wake up, bro

Why do you think brothers is sellin' dope, fool?

America, boy, the bankroll rules!

Play that hard role and say you ain't with that

And everything you're cryin' bout money on your contract

Talked about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,

The boss is back!

{Boss} I'm back.

I don't know the meaning of trust

I gotta live so I do what I must

Some girls'll cross you when you're soft

That's why I'm my own damn boss

They'll run you down with stress

If you're spring on the butt and chest

I'd rather be sprung on the ducat

And put another damn freak in my bucket

I deal with women, not girls

Cause them young ones'll shake your world

I'm tellin' it like it is

Cause a brother like Mix ain't losin' his

I got about two or three clowns

That try to kick me when I'm down

But when I come up, they all play dumb

All of a sudden, it's we, not one

I zip up lips when I spit these hits

I'm equipped to make misfits quit

Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck

The luck gets chuched, so wussup!

I ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a man

I'm kickin' quicker than Van Damme

Face the facts, two platinums stack

Step off, fool, or get cracked!

The boss is back!

{Who's the boss?}
I'm back!
{Who's the boss?}
The boss is back!
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