If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) Lyrics
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If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) Lyricsby Mos Def Buy album CD: Other Songs A - W [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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