Lyrics Mos Def – If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)
Text:
Beyonce
Sweetness flowing like a faucet, body bangin’ no corset
Brother’s wanna toss it but they lost cause my game ain’t no forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse’s
I stick to my thesis, I stick to my features
Brother’s try to hold but they game never reaches
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you lookin’ at but what you lookin’ at
You want a bomb, wanna twist me like a bottle cap
Mos Def
I’m tryin’ to holler miss to see if you gon’ holler back
Beyonce
Your game is wack and no you will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a quota sack
Skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain’t dunkin’ that
Mos Def
But this is Milla, Lieutenant if you’re wonderin’
Sam Sarpong
And I’m Natheniel, (Mos Def) Mel Gibson (Sam) Danny Gloverin’
Beyonce
I knew not he you might as well be mumblin’
See I have dreams of the man what would become of him
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 cups and you ain’t lockin’ me down
Mos Def
I got a warrant for ya heart and bear for the trial
Sam
Get a pardon if ya come with the sargeant now
Beyonce
Give me a chair cause I don’t care I ain’t feelin’ your style
Hook x2
Yo, I’m tryin’ to get with you shorty
(But I’m not feelin’ you)
But I’m an officer shorty
(My looks are killin’ you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talk or manslaughter I ain’t feelin’ you brothers)
Beyonce
Eyes like the ocean
Mos Def
Ma I got some lotion
Hold ya thighs, raise em’ high and daddy long stroke em’
Beyonce
Hair like forever
Sam
I swear I could do it better
Take the gun out my holster, I still rock a beretta
Beyonce
You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid
Mos Def
Don’t waste ya time he ain’t worth doin’
He just a sargeant, passin’ out tickets for parking
Sam
Chickenheads cluckin’
Beyonce
Pitiful fools barkin’
See this is Carmen, voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with the switch when I’m walkin’
Girls steady jealous cause they man always hawkin’
Even got Lou lookin’ at me like he stalkin’
And I got a mind too, wouldn’t bless you
If your first name was Ha-Choo, on Sunday singin’ gospel
Mos Def
You ain’t a dime just a nickel actin’ high school
Beyonce
Headed for the big top and bouncin’ on this side show