Текст песни Nas - K-I-SS-I-N-G
Nas - K-I-SS-I-N-G слова песни
[Chorus]Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-GGirl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G[Nas]She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was pricelessPerfect definition what a wife is, I like thisShowed me how excitin life isI used to hang around dudes that used ice picksThe sheistiest, put you on they heist listHow we met it must have been fateFirst date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steakShe kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent`s paidHow many guns I sprayed and huns I laidShe said she want to have a family raise kids somedayLike out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one dayI can get with that I drop you off home I call you hit me backI wanna dig that and did I? I did thatPut it way up where her ribs at, her future kids hadYou held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodratsYou precious more precious than lost treasureMatter of fact I`m kinda hopin we can stay together[Chorus][Nas]I see you dressed up in white face covered in vailDo I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin riceAnd it`s the day that your father give you awayto a real man that gently put the ring on your hand Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try toNow, look me in my eyes and say I doDrivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the platesWe can spend our honeymoon in the statesYou can throw your friend the bouquetSomethin in the back of my head sayFor us two, maybe cuz I love youHug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we together it`s heaven for me to please youWon`t stop til I tell you me to beautifulDeeper and harder love layin new with youRunnin my fingers through your hair it`s like days can go bywhile I`m wit you and I won`t even care, word[Chorus][Nas]She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi`sColombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch NasThug ones to those soft as baby shitShe been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chipsTil one day she decided to flipIt was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shitStarted talkin this divorcin shitI gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can`t get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip thatYo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip thatAll she wanted was rough sex, with her slick assHad to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look With her fine-ass body and a damn good cookFor some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web tooYou my queen God bless you[Chorus 2X to fade]