The Boss Is Back Album Version

Boss. Boss. We have such sights to show you. This isn't for your eyes. Ah, the boss is back. Boss. The boss is back. Boss. So I took a one-year hiatus. Boss. Ain't nobody heard my latest. You thought Mix-a-Lot was through. Boss. When I'm back, this boot's on you. Boss. What happened to all the old homies? Boss. When the money gets plenty, it's lonely. My ex turned into a slut. Down at the Hollywood slangin' that butt. Boss. 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? Boss. Yesterday you had six condoms, see. Today you got three. Tossed you out like a paper sack. This brother ain't sperm 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 sho let you know I roll and Get mo'. I yank the bank and I ain't Been ganked. It's 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 in the sun, and now I love no One. The boss is back. Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffing. Boss. The boss is back. Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffing. Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffing. Boss. Time, he wants revenge. Boss. But I want your oxygen. Boss. When the game got thick, you ran. Boss. Now in my face you stand. Boss. Beggin' for few hun. Son, your bun 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 show biz. Standin' on stage, another black wannabe. Wanna get paid, so you as black as you Gotta be. Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the Rhymes. Run out of lyrics, scratchin' a Malcolm X Line. Hypocrite, your hits break the biz. The boss from Brain lays pain when I spit. Criticize 'cause I'm takin' the dance. 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 coke. Your ropes? Nah, that 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 is 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. Boss. I'm back. Boss. I don't know the meanin' of trust. I gotta live, so I do what I must. Boss. Some girls'll cross you when you're soft. That's why I'm my own damn boss. Boss. They'll run you down with stress. If you're sprung on the butt and chest. I'd rather be sprung on the ducats. 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. Boss. I got about two or three clowns. Tryin' to kick me when I'm down. Boss. But when I come up, they all play Dumb. All of a sudden, it's "we," not "one." Boss. 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 stacks. Step off, fool, or get cracked. The boss is back. Who's the boss? I'm back. Who's the boss? boss is back. Who's the boss? Who's the boss?