Nas Yelling] Picture us married, you and me what? (Crowd) K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me (you and me repeat)
[Verse 1: Nas] This ain't no sucka for love shit This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit First night we fuck shit and don't call the next day This a thug's wedding day, in love Will we make it? Let us pray In the limo my niggaz, my father, my brothers Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain't no act though Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more Yes I'm absolutely sure I know that she love me, I know that she faithful We spoke on a prenumptial agreement Cuz Will and Jada ain't need it Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought Cuz she deserves cinderella's ball and the whole shit But know this You fuckin' wit' a slit your throat quick Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin Well spokin say farewell to broke men or rich ones Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it hun Headed to the chapel, my niggaz laughin, and its baffling Cuz just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married To who I knew not Thought of snatchin Halle up from the dredlock Pumpin Sade, my head nod Finally I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop Couldn't wait to blaze that Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey, HIV spreadin' Everybody bump the same bunnies The game, will put niggaz in they grave Right before they part ways, with the street I want a son to greet, every mornin' Daughters and more sons tickle my feet Wife smilin, tellin me it's time to eat I'm getting married
[Chorus: Nas] (3X) Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigalo It was difficult for me to find the chick I want
[Verse 2: Nas] It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side That's what the negative one's say Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly its this day I know the hoes gonna miss me lookin' at ol' photos, sayin' damn he used to twist me Start chokin' up since I woke up Bachelor party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit' his left arm Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng Customized in London by guys who suitup kings Girl, you get the rings young, you behave Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi Family packed in, My nigga L is crazy tipsy Spilled Pepsi on the cuflings, ginger ale got it out Walked in the church, chest all big to thug it out My girl walked in, glistenin', different stones 'Bout to go from my fiance' to Mrs. Jones That's a union that nobody could touch I gotta be cool, wit ur crazy aunts and uncles Cuz I love you much, cuz you put up wit' my shit Court cases, baby mamas I make a honest woman outta you yet Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter standin Heart poundin out my chest like a canon I'm happy, One of my groomsmen, under the music, says don't do it But they just jokes, some crew shit, they playin', I'm gleeful I'm stayin I'm sayin vowels all true Will you take music as your wedded wife? I DO Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin to I'm getting married
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I'm getting marriedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
