The Boss Is Back Lyrics - Mack Daddy - Sir Mixalot

{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}