If Looks Could Kill You Would Be Dead Lyrics by BEYONC KNOWLES MOS DEF AND SAM SARPONG

If Looks Could Kill You Would Be Dead Lyrics


    (Beyoncé (Mos Def and Sam Sarpong:):)
    Sweetness flowing like a faucet
    Body banging, no corset
    Brothers wanna toss it
    But they loss 'cause my game
    Made them forfeit
    Slicker than porpoise
    And thicker than a horse's
    Carmen Brown got the
    Whole town speechless
    I stick to my thesis
    Eyes stick to my features
    Brothers try to hold
    But their game never reachs
    And most of these cats are
    Like the middle of peaches
    I see you looking there
    But what you lookin' at
    You in a bar and
    Wanna twist me like a bottle cap
    (I'mma try to holla miss to
    See if you gon holla back)
    Your game is whack
    I know you will not
    Get your quarter back
    See this is Carmen
    Curves like a culdasack
    Skin, coffee and cream
    Your doughnut
    You ain't dunking that
    (But this is Miller
    Lieutenant if you wondering)
    (And I'm the Dag
    Mel Gibson, Danny Gloverin')
    But I'm not hearing you
    You might as well be mumblin'
    See I have dreams and with
    A man what would become of them
    There's not a kid out here
    That can make me believe
    I should postpone my goals
    He's got tricks up his sleeves
    Whole bar full of cuffs and
    You ain't lockin' me down
    (I got a warrant for your heart
    And the bed for the trial)
    (Get a pardon if you come
    With the sergeant now)
    Give me a chair, I don't care
    I'm not feelin' your style
    (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)
    But I'm not feeling you
    (But I'm an officer shorty)
    My looks are killing you
    (Murder one to
    Get you under the covers)
    Game taller, man slaughter
    I ain't feeling you brothers
    (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)
    But I'm not feeling you
    (But I'm an officer shorty)
    My looks are killing you
    (Murder one to
    Get you under the covers)
    Game taller, man slaughter
    I ain't feeling you brothers

    Eyes like the ocean
    (Ma I got some lotion)
    (I'll hold your thighs
    Raise them high and
    Daddy long stroke 'em)
    Hair like forever
    (Sweat I could do it better)
    (Take the gun out my holster
    I still pack the Beretta)
    Brothers sweat Carmen
    Like Patrick Ewing
    But that kid
    (Don't waste your time
    He's just a sergeant)
    (Passing out tickets for parking)
    (Chickenheads clucking)
    Pitiful bulls barking
    See this is Carmen
    Voice sweet as Marvin
    I turn out lights with
    The switch when I walk in
    Girls steady jealous
    'Cause their man always hawking
    Even got Lou
    Looking at me like stalking
    And I got a mind too
    I wouldn't bless you if
    You're first name was A'choo
    On Sunday singing gospel
    (You ain't a dime
    Just a nickel actin' hostile)
    I'm headed for the big time
    And bouncin' on this side show

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