Who's The Boss? Lyrics - St. Lunatics

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

Now who that is talkin' that about the yics? 

Somebody probably jealous 'cuz they got hit 

But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this 

Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em 

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 

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 

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