Beyonce If Looks Could Kill (you Would Be Dead) Lyrics

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...