The Boss Is Back

Boss
Boss
We have such sights to show you
This isn't for your eyes
Ahh, the boss is back
The boss is back

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 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 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 with gankers
My back, you try 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'
The 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 stick-up kid
And this week you're in showbiz
Standin' on stage, another black wannabe
Wanna get paid, so you're as black as you gotta be
Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the rhymes
Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcolm X line
Hypocrite, your hits break the bits
The boss of Braine lays pain when I spit
Criticized 'cause I'm takin' the diss
And now you're tryna 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
Your own snob, it ain't your problem
The job of a rapper is to find 'em and solve 'em
Now you're cryin' '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 you think brothers are sellin' dope, fool?
America, boy, the bankroll rules
Play that hard role and say you ain't with that
And every day you're cryin' 'bout money on your contract
Talked about me bad, it's time for the payback
Black, the boss is back

I'm back

I don't know the meanin' 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 sprung on the butt and chest
I'd rather be sprung on the duckets
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
Tryin' to kick me when I'm down
When I come up, they all play dumb
All of a sudden, it's we, not one
I zip up lips when I flip these hits
I'm equipped to make misfits quit
Young bucks should all duck 'cause jaws are gettin' struck
The luck gets chucked, so what's up?
I ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a man
I'm kickin' quicker than Van Damme
Face the facts, two platinum stack
Step off, fool, or get cracked, the boss is back

I'm back
The boss is back