Artist: Chris Rock Album: Born Suspect Song: Your Mother's Got a Big Head Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Heh-heh... I'm The Rib Man [Chris Rock] Emperor, contemperor So many girls they call me the Pimperor Never date a girl with a weave! (Why Chris?) Because a girl with a weave's got a trick up her sleeve My wallet's so fat, had to put it on a diet A sucka said run it and I said don't try it He thought I was a punk just because I was quiet Smacked him with a brick; got a suite at, the Hyatt My future's so bright that I gotta wear shades My pocket's so fat that my dog's got a maid My manager's name is Reuben Kincaid The only white boy with a high top fade Now I'm chillin hard (hard!) I used to be poor (poor!) They used to tease me when I worked at the store Now your hamster's dead, your girl's name is Fred And to top it off, YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! [Chorus] Big head! YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! Big head! I said YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! Big head! I said YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! Big head! YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! [Interlude] Aight aight, first off, you wanna sign on me? Bet bet, you big Marion-Berry-haircut-havin' muh- Yo, first of all, your mother got a Nike tag on her wig and they call her Hair Jordan [Chris Rock] Ace of the staff, top pick of the draft You're so dumb, you failed first grade math I'm quicker than Leonard, hit harder than Hearns Your mother's so old that she fucked George Burns, ha! My rhymes are fixed and your rhymes are broken I drive a Benz, you drive a deuce and a token You have no friends, you have no will But like a skinhead on Soul Train - YOU DON'T FIT IN, BOYYY! When I was a kid, I used to be plump But now I get more rump than Donald Trump You're so broke, you got a bird for a beeper When it goes off, it goes "Cheap-cheap-cheapa" Now I'm chillin hard (hard!) I used to be poor (poor!) They used to tease me when I worked at the store Now your dog is dead, you still wear Keds And to top it off, YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! [Chorus] [Interlude] First of all, ya big Foghorn-Leghorn-belly-havin' Yo yo, your mother got an afro so big when she sat in my car it had instant tint windows [Chorus] [Chris Rock] My jeans are ripped and yours are corroded Your mother's so big that her panties exploded I don't wanna say that your mother's FAT! But I saw her put BBQ sauce on her cat Your breath's so stink that you need Binaca Your girl looks like Orville Redenbacher I live to save life and my pockets get bigger You're a daredevil, they call you Evel Kni-NIGGA You see my Rolex and you lose your smile Cause all you can afford is a Flintstone sundial My jeans are ripped and my drawers are silk Your mother is so cheap she gave you cereal for breast milk Now I'm chillin hard (hard!) I used to be poor (poor!) They used to tease me when I worked at the store Now your hamster's dead, your cat's got dreads And to top it off, YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD! [Chorus] [Outro] A rib about your mother! Yo, peace to everybody, my homeboy Eddie Murphy Yaknomsayin, Damon Wayans, Michael Jackson Yo, you don't know Michael Jackson! Yo, yo' mother Yo' MOTHER don't know Michael Jackson! Man you better stop eatin that pork, boy~! YOUR MOTHER'S GOT A BIG HEAD!