The Boss Is Back Lyrics
| Song | The Boss Is Back |
| Artist | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
| Album | Mack Daddy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| {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 | |
| And this week you're in show biz | |
| 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! | |
| {who's the boss?} | |
| {who's the} {boss} |
| 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 oneyear hiatus | |
| Ain' t nobody heard my latest | |
| You thought mixalot 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 miniskirt | |
| 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 equal opportunity destroyer | |
| My gat' s my lawyer | |
| Last week you' s a stickup kid | |
| And this week you' re in show biz | |
| Standin' on stage, another black wannabe | |
| 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! | |
| who' s the boss? | |
| who' s the boss |
| 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 oneyear hiatus | |
| Ain' t nobody heard my latest | |
| You thought mixalot 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 miniskirt | |
| 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 equal opportunity destroyer | |
| My gat' s my lawyer | |
| Last week you' s a stickup kid | |
| And this week you' re in show biz | |
| Standin' on stage, another black wannabe | |
| 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! | |
| who' s the boss? | |
| who' s the boss |
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