the boss is back
Singer:sir mix-a-lot
we have such sights to show you
this isn't for your eyes. aaaaaaa
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
cheap perfume and a mini-skirt
what's your line of work?
but have you been to the clinic lately?
yesterday you had six condoms
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?
the leader of the flow show
i yank the bank and i ain't been ganked
cause my back you're trying to shank
my face shows pain and strain as i stand in the rain
the game i run is not fun to some
when the game got thick you ran
now you scream you're true black
you need to chill with that!
cause i'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
last week you's a stick-up kid
and this week you're in show biz
so you're as balck as you gotta be
scratch in a malcom x line
the boss of brain lays pain when i spit
cause i'm takin' the dares
and now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to wear?
another brother gets shot and punks blame it on gold
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 told me to stay low in my ghetto
why do you think brothers is sellin' dope
play that hard role and say you ain't with that
and everything you're cryin' bout money on your contract
it's time for the payback
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
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
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
i ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a man
i'm kickin' quicker than van damme