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

Haha... I'm the rib man!
Repeat 9x(yeah, yeah, Yeah)
Emperor,
Conptemperor,
So many girls, they call me the pimperor.
Never date a girl with weave,
(Why Chris?)
Because a girl with a weave gotta 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 dogs got a maid.
My manager's name is Reuben Kincaid.
He's the only white boy with a high top fade.
Now I'm clillin hard (hard!)
I used to be poor (poor!)
People 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 all 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!