The Boss is Back — текст песни (Sir Mix-A-Lot)

{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}