Sweetness flowing like a faucet, body banging no corset
Brothers wanna toss it but they lost ’cause my game made ’em forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse’s
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
Brother’s try to hold but their game never reaches
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you looking at but what you looking at
We in a bar, wanna twist me like a bottle cap

I’m trying to holler miss to see if you gon’ holler back

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

But this is Milla, Lieutenant if you’re wondering

And I’m Nathaniel (Mos Def) Mel Gibson (Sam) Danny Glovering

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, ’cause he got tricks up his sleeve?
Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain’t locking me down

I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial

Get a pardon if ya come with the sergeant now

Give the chair ’cause I don’t care I ain’t feeling your style

Yo, I’m trying to get with you shorty
(But I’m not feeling you)
But I’m an officer shorty
(My looks are killing you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I ain’t feeling you brothers)

Yo, I’m trying to get with you shorty
(But I’m not feeling you)
But I’m an officer shorty
(My looks are killing you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I ain’t feeling 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 pack 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 sergeant, passing out tickets for parking

Chicken heads clucking
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 their man always hawking
Even got Lou looking at me like he stalking
And I got a mind too, I wouldn’t bless you
If your first name was Ha-Chu, on Sunday singing gospel

You ain’t a dime just a nickel acting hostile

Headed for the big top and bouncing off this side show