{Boss}
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{Boss}
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We have such sights to show you
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This isn't for your eyes...
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AaaAAAA, the boss is back!
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{Boss}
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The boss is back!
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{Boss}
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{Boss}
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So I took a one-year hiatus
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Ain't nobody heard my latest
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You thought Mix-a-Lot was through
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But I'm back; this boot's on you
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What happened to all the old homies?
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When the money gets funny it's lonely
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My ex turned into a slut
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Down at the Hollywood, slangin' that butt
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Cheap perfume and a mini-skirt
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Girl, what's your line of work?
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Now that I'm rollin', you wanna roll with me
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But have you been to the clinic lately?
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Yesterday you had six condoms, see
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Today you got three
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Tossed you out like a paper sack
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This brother ain't Sprung On The Cat
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What about all the old homies?
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I got paid so they call me phony
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But I refuse to lay it low,
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When a brother like you tells me I can't flow?
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So here we go, bro, the leader of the Flow Show
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Let you know, I roll and get mo'
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I yank the bank and I ain't been ganked
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Cause my back you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
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My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain
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With this fame, you go insane
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The game I run is not fun to some,
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And now I love no one!
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The boss is back!
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{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} I'm back!
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Your boss is back!
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{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
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{Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!}
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Tommy wants revenge
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But I want your oxygen
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When the game got thick you ran
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Now in my face you stand
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Beggin' for a few hun?
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Son, your fun meets my gun!
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Now you scream you're true black
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Boy, you need to chill with that!
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Cause I'm an e-qual op-por-tu-ni-ty de-stroyer
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My gat's my lawyer
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Last week you's a stick-up kid
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And this week you're in show biz
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Standin' on stage, another black wanna-be
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Wanna get paid, so you're as balck as you gotta be
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Throw up a peace sign, fakin' the rhymes
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Run out of lyrics, scratch in a Malcom X line
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Hypocrite, your hits break the bits
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The boss of brain lays pain when I spit
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Criticized, cause I'm takin' the dares
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And now you're tryin' to tell another brother what to wear?
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Come off that tip, you know how it goes
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Another brother gets shot and punks blame it on gold
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Gold ropes? Naw, that ain't your problem
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The job of a rapper is to find em and solve em
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Now you're crying bout what a brother owns
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King died so you could buy your throne
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I ain't got time to take steps in reverse
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You or the KKK, who's worse?
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You told me to stay low in my ghetto
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And so did the Klan, so wake up, bro
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Why do you think brothers is sellin' dope, fool?
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America, boy, the bankroll rules!
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Play that hard role and say you ain't with that
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And everything you're cryin' bout money on your contract
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Talked about me bad, it's time for the payback, black,
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The boss is back!
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{Boss} I'm back.
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I don't know the meaning of trust
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I gotta live so I do what I must
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Some girls'll cross you when you're soft
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That's why I'm my own damn boss
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They'll run you down with stress
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If you're spring on the butt and chest
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I'd rather be sprung on the ducat
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And put another damn freak in my bucket
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I deal with women, not girls
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Cause them young ones'll shake your world
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I'm tellin' it like it is
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Cause a brother like Mix ain't losin' his
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I got about two or three clowns
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That try to kick me when I'm down
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But when I come up, they all play dumb
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All of a sudden, it's we, not one
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I zip up lips when I spit these hits
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I'm equipped to make misfits quit
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Young bucks should all duck cause jaws are gettin' struck
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The luck gets chuched, so wussup!
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I ram and cram my jams in the mouth of a man
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I'm kickin' quicker than Van Damme
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Face the facts, two platinums stack
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Step off, fool, or get cracked!
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The boss is back!
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{Who's the boss?}
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I'm back!
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{Who's the boss?}
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The boss is back!
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{Who's the boss?}
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{Who's the} {Boss}
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The Boss is Back
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Sir Mix-A-Lot |