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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/ugvMos 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...