If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) Lyrics

Honesty
Commitment
You
Me
Us

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
Carmen Brown Got The Whole
Town Speechless
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

I’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 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

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

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 Doin’
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’ Hostile

Headed For The Big Top And Bouncin’
On This Side Show