seemed so long ago What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to your big mouth Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth
all seemed so long ago What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to your big mouth Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth
so long ago What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to you What you say will come back to your big mouth Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth
yell, V-I-T-A know it well Chorus: [Destiny's Child] This is Big Momma's house We ain't gonna take no popping off at the mouth This is Big Momma's house
door to them is a man so mild 'Til he chopped off the head of a visitor's child He danced upon the bonfire Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams With a
big pimpin over here playa ya just start See we're fresh with air one's Lexus and big drums White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty kris, big fun Ma, you worry
in time, you're gonna have to put your mouth on this. Whoa! I blew your head clean off. Good thing I was such an expert shot with the National Guard back
like I hit the lottery Ah, he's a show off, a hot head go off Yeah don't make he mad He might tear the fucking door off Take all his cars, and don't try
obscene Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo You
toy with Boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff? There's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass Cut your head off Send it to your mom
up and play the Joker's Wild!" [Violent J] You like big money and prizes, don't ya You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya Ya little bitch, it
the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" You like big money and prizes, don't ya? You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya? You little bitch
remember to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big
that's lookin' their best (oooo) Won't chu go and show it off for us (yeaah) Ladies go and throw yo hands up (up) And if he's all in your head Just forget
to applaude with the machine gun for fun Priest the Alfred Hitchcock of Hip-Hop Since BIG-Pac, I'm the big shot Stamina for Pamela or Kid Rock Empty clips
Big U in the house, SoulStice We gon' do this, stay focused Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm
an African insane asylum; the witch nurses Rhymes will carry you rappers like big hearses To a big Churches, to big sermons After I stick verses in your head
their head thinking its all about your clothes, nigger its all about your self the way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with your
