Chris Rock - Your Mother's Got a Big Head Lyrics

Heh-heh, I'm the rib man

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

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

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 Mike tag on her wig
And they call her hair Jordan

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, boy
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

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

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

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

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

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

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