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If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) lyrics
[Beyonce]
Sweetness flowing like a faucet
Body bangin no corset
Brothas wanna toss it
But they lost, cause my game made them forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse is
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I ll stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches
Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you looking at, but what you looking at?
You re in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap?
[Mos Def]
I m trying to holla Miss, to see if you gon holla back
[Beyonce]
Your game is whack, and no, you will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain t dunking that
[Mos Def]
But this is Miller, Lieutenant, if you re wondering
[Sarpong]
And I m Nathanile
[Mos Def]
Mel Gibson
[Sarpong]
Danny Gloverin
[Beyonce]
But I m not hearing you, you might as well be mumbling
See, I have dreams, and with a man, what will become of them?
There s not a kid out here who can make me believe
I should postpone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve?
Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain t locking me down
[Mos Def]
I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial
[Sarpong]
Get a pardon if you come with the Sergeant, now
[Beyonce]
Give me a chair, cause I don t care, I ain t feeling your style
[Chorus]
[Mos Def] - Ayo, I m trying to get with you shorty
[Beyonce] - But I m not feeling you
[Sarpong] - But I m an officer shorty
[Beyonce] - My looks are killing you
[Mos Def] - Murder One will get you under the covers
[Beyonce] - Game taller, manslaughter, I ain t feeling you brothas
[Mos Def] - Ayo, I m trying to get with you shorty
[Beyonce] - But I m not feeling you
[Sarpong] - But I m an officer shorty
[Beyonce] - My looks are killing you
[Mos Def] - Murder One will get you under the covers
[Beyonce] - Game taller, manslaughter, I ain t feeling you brothas
[Beyonce]
Eyes like the ocean
[Mos Def]
Ma, I got some lotion
Hold ya thighs, raise em high and daddy long stroke you
[Beyonce]
Hair like forever
[Sarpong]
Swear I do it better
Take my gun out the holster, I still got the Barretta
[Beyonce]
Brothas sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing, but that cat...
[Mos Def]
Don t waste your time, he ain t worth doing, he s just a Sergeant
Passing out tickets for parking
[Sarpong]
Chicken-heads clucking
[Beyonce]
Pitiful bulls barking
See, this is Carmen, voice sweet as marvin
I turn out lights, with the switch, when I m walking
Girls steady jealous, cause they men always hawkin
Even got Lou lookin at me like he stalkin
And I got a mind, too
I wouldn t bless you,
if your first name was hachoo on Sunday, singin gospel
[Mos Def]
You ain t a dyme, just a nickel actin hostile
[Beyonce]
I m headed for the big top and bouncin on this side-show...
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