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If Looks Could Kill You Would Be DeadI'm tryin' to holler miss to see If you gon' holler back 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 But this is Milla Lieutenant if you're wonderin' And I'm Natheniel Mos Def Mel Gibson Sam Danny Gloverin' I knew not when 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 I got a warrant for ya heart And bear for the trial Get a pardon if ya come With the sargeant now 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 Eyes like the ocean Ma I got some lotion Hold ya thighs, raise em' high And daddy long stroke em' Hair like forever I swear I could do it better Take the gun out my holster I still rock a beretta You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing But that kid Don't waste ya time He ain't worth doing He just a sargeant Passin' out tickets for parking Chickenheads cluckin' 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 You ain't a dime just a nickel Actin' high school Headed for the big top And bouncin' on this side show |
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