Drop Dead Gorgeous

[Intro: Murphy Lee]

Oooh-oo-wooh! (What up, dirty!)

(Damn! That girl fine... that girl's fine)

Yuh, yo, Kanye, yo, turn it up for this fucking boy

Wooh!

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Take notes, while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

(Yo, this is a Roc-A-Fella, St. Lunatics collaboration)

One look and murder she wrote

(Chi-Town and St. Louis)

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead

(She said she ain't never seen Murphy Lee befo'!)

[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]

I called her back from an earlier beep

Four in the morning, they be like "Nahhhh, I wasn't 'sleep"

Convenient whore, stay on top of convenience stores

Keep pictures of me in thеy Victoria's Secret drawer

I keep sumthin' hot on tour, 

Kеv and Kenyatta make sure they know before, what is really in store

See, I adore the ones that call me Tohri – true story

I created hoodrats, so these new mice bore me

See, I normally settle for sevens; for eights, I can't wait

Nines be wanting time and dimes be wanting dates

So now, I got elevens and twelves

With at least thirteen or fourteen reasons why they fine as hell

I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrell, hehehehehehehe-hell

I remember when she smashed Lavell

See, most women kinda sneaky like a six year old –

Aiyyo, they always into somethin', or somethin' always in them

C'mon

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Take notes, while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

One look and murder, she wrote

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

What's the point of having a girl that's drop dead that you know don't like you?

She'll run over your head with a motorcycle

I mean, the way you look is nice, but there's more to life, boo

Plus, I could go to videos and get four just like you

I talked to your ex-boyfriend and took a census

That you don't read the cookbook, you just look at the pictures

Matter fact, when the last time you looked at the kitchen?

This is gettin' ridiculous, how you gettin' defensive?!

Jimmy Choo, Frankie B. – bitch, you gettin' expensive

I know you fucking around, my sixth sense told me, 

"That ain't no male friend that bought you the stereo"

She said "He gay anyway, you don't know nothing 'bout Jamario!"

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Take notes, while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke

One look and murder she wrote

She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead