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Tytuł: Who's The Boss?

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[Chorus (all): repeat 2X]
  
  Now who that is talkin' that about the Tics?
  Somebody probably jealous cuz they got hit
  But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this
  Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
  
  [Lil' T]
  I'm like what's up doggie? Lemme introduce my clique and I
  Lunatics, I'm Lil' T rollin' ninety miles per hour
  You ain't know me but now you do
  Represent the, C-I-T-Y of Saint Lue
  M-I zzou
  You think you right for doin' wrong
  Phone up flamin' like hemorroids
  Talk on CD's boy
  Police will have you noid
  Just avoid and ill too legal
  And my peoples
  I'm the boss and that's the way it's gone be
  
  [Nelly]
  Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
  Now she all on my team cuz she heard I rock parties
  Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
  In the center like Jihadi
  Your salty conversations about me and my relations
  I done had, made man
  A gang of baby Dads
  Why you whinin' like you G.D.?
  C.C. I think it's in me
  Jealous cuz when they come to hit, 'tics get many cuz
  I'm the boss and this the way it's gone be
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [?]
  Now these Mac's wanna hear 'em for mackin' on slim Kim
  Mad because she pay down, she bought me a gang of Tims
  Have me sparky like Simpsons, hit them, bent them
  What about the whole night? Oh, nights? Never spent them
  U.P.S. shipped them
  D-two sent it
  From here and til' on it, everything copastetic
  One-oh-five gone bump it, Lunatics bumpin' like a drummer cuz
  I'm the boss and this is the way it's gone be
  
  [?]
  Apologize for what? What you seen and what you saw?
  Now my name starts your sentence, you'z a hater by law
  I'm by far tighter than training bras on Dolly Parton
  You think your girl don't like us? You'z a joke like Steve Martin
  I've been pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition
  I lay tracks like a beautician while your gal's on a mission
  While you trippin', pink-slippin', it's your gal I be pimpin' cuz
  I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
  
  [City Spud]
  Now tell me why everybody wanna watch me now?
  And the, fly honeys wanna rock me now
  And them playin' hatin' fellas tryin' to hunt me down
  But they always on my jock when I come around
  I hit the spot and keeps it hot when I lays it down
  I see alot of ladies, tell Mary-Go-Round
  Droppin' hits like this, so you can pay me now
  And uh
  I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nelly]
  Day-o, Day-o
  Lunatics gone blow
  So don't look any further
  Day-o, Day-o
  Lunatics gone blow
  So don't look any further, further
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nelly]
  Day-o, Day-o
  Lunatics gone blow
  So don't look any further
  Day-o, Day-o
  Lunatics gone blow
  So don't look any further, further