[Beyonce]
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Sweetness flowing like a faucet
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Body bangin' no corset
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Brothas wanna toss it
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But they lost, cause my game made them forfeit
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Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse is
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Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
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I'll stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
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Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches
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Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
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I see you looking at, but what you looking at?
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You're in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap?
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[Mos Def]
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I'm trying to holla Miss, to see if you gon holla back
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[Beyonce]
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Your game is whack, and no, you will not get your quarter back
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See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
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skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain't dunking that
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[Mos Def]
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But this is Miller, Lieutenant, if you're wondering
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[Sarpong]
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And I'm Nathanile
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[Mos Def]
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Mel Gibson
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[Sarpong]
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Danny Gloverin'
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[Beyonce]
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But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumbling
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See, I have dreams, and with a man, what will become of them?
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There's not a kid out here who can make me believe
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I should postpone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve?
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Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain't locking me down
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[Mos Def]
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I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial
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[Sarpong]
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Get a pardon if you come with the Sergeant, now
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[Beyonce]
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Give me a chair, cause I don't care, I ain't feeling your style
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[Chorus]
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[Mos Def] - Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
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[Beyonce] - But I'm not feeling you
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[Sarpong] - But I'm an officer shorty
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[Beyonce] - My looks are killing you
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[Mos Def] - Murder One will get you under the covers
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[Beyonce] - Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas
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[Mos Def] - Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
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[Beyonce] - But I'm not feeling you
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[Sarpong] - But I'm an officer shorty
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[Beyonce] - My looks are killing you
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[Mos Def] - Murder One will get you under the covers
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[Beyonce] - Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas
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[Beyonce]
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Eyes like the ocean
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[Mos Def]
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Ma, I got some lotion
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Hold ya thighs, raise 'em high and daddy long stroke you
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[Beyonce]
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Hair like forever
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[Sarpong]
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Swear I do it better
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Take my gun out the holster, I still got the Barretta
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[Beyonce]
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Brothas sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing, but that cat...
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[Mos Def]
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Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing, he's just a Sergeant
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Passing out tickets for parking
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[Sarpong]
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Chicken-heads clucking
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[Beyonce]
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Pitiful bulls barking
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See, this is Carmen, voice sweet as marvin
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I turn out lights, with the switch, when I'm walking
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Girls steady jealous, cause they men always hawkin'
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Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
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And I got a mind, too
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I wouldn't bless you,
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if your first name was hachoo on Sunday, singin' gospel
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[Mos Def]
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You ain't a dyme, just a nickel actin' hostile
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[Beyonce]
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I'm headed for the big top and bouncin' on this side-show...
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If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)
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| Beyonce Knowles |
