Beyonce Knowles, Mos Def, If Looks Could Kill Lyrics from "Carmen: MTV's Hip Hopera"
Beyonce Knowles, Mos Def, If Looks Could Kill Lyrics from "Carmen: MTV's Hip Hopera" |
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If Looks Could Kill Lyricsby Beyonce Knowles, Mos Def. From Carmen: MTV's Hip Hopera If Looks Could Kill by Beyonce Knowles, Mos Def [Beyonce:] Sweetness, flowing like a faucet Body banging, no corset Brothers wanna toss it But they lost Cause my game made them forfeit Slicker than a porpouse and thicker than a horse's Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless I stick to my thesis I stick to my features Brothers trying to hold but they game never reaches And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you looking black So what you looking at You 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 I know you'll run and get your quarter back See this is Carmen, curves like a coldasac sack Skin coffee and cream Ya donuts you ain't talkin at [Mos Def:] But this is Miller, liutenant if you're wondering [Sam Sarpong:] And I'm Nataniel [Mos Def:] Mel Gibson [Sam Sarpong:] Danny Glovering [Beyonce:] But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumb-i-ling See I have dreams and with a man, what would become of him There's not a kid out here that can make me believe I should post pone 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 your heart and a bed hold trial [Sam Sarpong:] Get a pardon and come with the sargeant now [Beyonce:] Give me a chair cause I don't care I ain't feeling your style [Chorus:] Ay yo, I'm trying to get with you shorty But I'm not feeling you But I'm a officer shorty My looks are killing you Murder one'll get you under the covers Game taller, man slaughter, I ain't feeling you brothers Ay yo, I'm trying to get with you shorty But I'm not feeling you But I'm a officer shorty My looks are killing you Murder one'll get you under the covers Game taller, man slaughter, I ain't feeling you brothers [Beyonce:] Eyes like the ocean [Mos Def:] Ma I got some lotion Hold your thighs, raise them high And daddy long stroking [Beyonce:] Hair like forever [Sam Sarpong:] Swear I could do it better Take the gun out of my holster I still pack a baretta [Beyonce:] Brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing But that kid [Mos Def:] Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing He's just a sergeant, passing out tickets for parking [Sam Sarpong:] Chicken heads clucking [Beyonce:] Pitiful bulls barkin See this is Carmen Voice sweet as Marvin I turn out lights with a switch when I'm walkin Girls steady jealous cause they men always hawkin Even got Lou looking at me like he stalkin And I got a mind too I wouldn't bless you If your first name was Ha-Chu On Sunday singing gospel [Mos Def:] You ain't a dime, just a nickel acting hostile [Beyonce:] I'm heading for the big top and bouncing off this side show
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