paroles de chanson The Boss Is Back - Sir Mix-A-Lot

Boss, boss
We have such sights to show you
This isn't for your eyes

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 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 thanks

My 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 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 equal opportunity destroyer
My gat's my lawyer
Last week you's a stick-up kid
An' this week you're in show biz

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? Scratchin' a Malcolm X line

Hypocrite, 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 '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
An' 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 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 back

Boss, I'm back, boss

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 an' chest
I'd rather be sprung on the Ducat
An' 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 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 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?