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Nas Lyrics for Song: K-I-S-S-I-N-G
 Lyrics for Album: I Am...
 
 
 
 163>Hook:
 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
 Girl, 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
 
 1st Verse:
 She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
 Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
 Showed me how excitin' life is
 I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
 The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
 How we met must have been fate
 First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
 She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
 How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
 She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
 Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
 I can get with that. I dropped you off home
 I call, you hit me back
 I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
 Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids at
 You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
 You precious, more precious than lost treasure
 Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin' we can stay together
 
 Hook
 
 2nd Verse:
 I see you dressed up in white, face covered in vail
 Do I hear wedding bells?  My dogs throwin' rice
 And it's today that your father give you away
 To a real man, I gently put the ring on your hand
 Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
 Now, look me in my eyes and say "I do"
 Drivin' off in the Rolls Royce, "Just Married" on the plates
 We can spend our honeymoon in the states
 You can throw your friend the bouquet
 Somethin' in the back of my head say
 For us two, maybe cuz I love you
 Hug you, squeeze you, touch you, tease you
 As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you
 Won't stop till I tell you me to beautiful
 Deeper and harder love layin' nude with you
 Runnin' my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by
 While I'm wit you and I won't even care, word
 
 Hook
 
 3rd Verse:
 She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pa's
 Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
 Thug ones to those soft as baby, shit
 She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
 Till one day she decided to flip
 It was nuttin' I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
 Started talkin' this divorcin' shit
 I 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 that
 Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
 All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
 Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
 With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook
 For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
 You my queen, God bless you
 
 Hook (2x to fade)
 
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