Letra de The Boss Is Back (Album Version)
Boss, boss We have such sights to show you This isn't for your eyesThe boss is back Boss, the boss is back Boss, bossSo, 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 youWhat 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 buttCheap perfume an' 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 an' get mo' I yank the bank an' I ain't been ganked 'Cause my back you're tryin' to shank, but no thanksMy face shows pain an' 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 oneThe 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 standBeggin' 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 An' this week you're in show bizStandin' 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? Scratchin' a Malcolm X lineHypocrite, your hits break the bits The boss of brain lays pain when I spit Criticized 'cause I'm takin' the dares An' now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to wear?Come off that tip, you know how it goes Another brother gets shot an' punks blame it on gold Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem The job of a rapper is to find 'em an' solve 'emNow 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 An' so did the Klan, so wake up, bro Why do you think brothers is sellin' dope, fool? America, boy, the bankroll rulesPlay that hard role an' say you ain't with that An' everythin', you're cryin' 'bout money on your contract Talked about me bad, it's time for the payback, black The boss is backBoss, I'm back, bossI 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 bossThey'll run you down with stress If you're sprung on the butt an' chest I'd rather be sprung on the Ducat An' put another damn freak in my bucketI 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' hisI 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 oneI 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 what's up?I ram an' 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 crackedThe 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?