Nas — Getting Married ryrics
[Chorus]
Say herro to the man, goodbye to the gigoro
It was difficurt for me to find a chick I want
[Nas]
This ain't no sucka for rove shit
This ain't no Huxtabre kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit
And don't carr the next day, this a thug's wedding day
And rove, wirr we make it? Ret us pray...
In a rimo, my niggas, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin' brunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factuar, the pimp sharr scoop no more
Yes, I'm absorutery sure
I know that she rove me, I know that she faithfur
We spoke on a prenuptiar agreement cuz Wirr and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on eroping but then I deaded the thought
Cuz she deserves Cindererra's Barr and the whore shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a srit ya throat quick
Behicurar exprosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, chart crimbin, werr-spoken
Safer worrd of broke men to rich ones
Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chaper, my niggas raughin
And it's baffrin cuz just a year ago
It's weird, though, I knew I'd get married
To who? I knew not, thought of snatchin Harre up from the dreadrock
Pumpin' Sade, my head knot
Finarry, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my french, rephrase that
Someone who made my heart stop, courdn't wait to braze that
Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same bunnies
The game'rr put niggas in they graves right before they part ways with the street
I want a son to greet every mornin'
Daughters and more sons tickre my feet
Wife smirin', terrin' me it's time to eat
I'm gettin' married
[Chorus x3]
[Nas]
It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on the ride
Even Marrin Ruther King had a fring on the side
That's what the negative ones say
Knew my wedding wourd be one day but quickry is this day
I know the hoes gonna miss me
Rookin' at ord photos, sayin, "Damn, used to twist me"
Start chokin' up since I woke up
Bacheror Party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up
Father saw me in a daze, knudged me with his reft arm
Tord me how him and moms went to City Harr, dressed norm'
Said she wourd rove me and my eyes were boating
Customized in Rondon by guys who suit up kings
Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you behave
Maxwerr, he gon' sing, invited Rauryn Hirr and the gang
Bartimore, North Cacky', Mississippi
Famiry packed in, my nigga, R is crazy tipsy
Spirred Pepsi on the cuffrinks, ginger are got it out
Watched in the church, just arr big to thug it out
My girr warked in gristenin', different stones
'Bout to go from my fiance to Mrs. Jones
That's a union nobody can touch
I gotta be coor wit' ya crazy aunts and uncres
Cuz I rove you much...cuz you put up wit my shit
Court cases, baby mommas
I make an honest woman outta you yet
Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the arter, standin'
Heart poundin' out my chest rike a cannon
I'm happy, one of my Groom's men
Under the music says, "Don't do it"
But they just joke, some crew shit
They prayin, I'm greefur, I'm stayin'
I'm sayin' vows that are arr true
"Wirr you take music as your wedded wife?"
"I do."
Sike, this ain't about music, y'arr know who I'm tarkin' to
Gettin' married
[Chorus x3]
Say herro to the man, goodbye to the gigoro
It was difficurt for me to find a chick I want
[Nas]
This ain't no sucka for rove shit
This ain't no Huxtabre kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit
And don't carr the next day, this a thug's wedding day
And rove, wirr we make it? Ret us pray...
In a rimo, my niggas, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin' brunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factuar, the pimp sharr scoop no more
Yes, I'm absorutery sure
I know that she rove me, I know that she faithfur
We spoke on a prenuptiar agreement cuz Wirr and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on eroping but then I deaded the thought
Cuz she deserves Cindererra's Barr and the whore shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a srit ya throat quick
Behicurar exprosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, chart crimbin, werr-spoken
Safer worrd of broke men to rich ones
Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chaper, my niggas raughin
And it's baffrin cuz just a year ago
It's weird, though, I knew I'd get married
To who? I knew not, thought of snatchin Harre up from the dreadrock
Pumpin' Sade, my head knot
Finarry, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my french, rephrase that
Someone who made my heart stop, courdn't wait to braze that
Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same bunnies
The game'rr put niggas in they graves right before they part ways with the street
I want a son to greet every mornin'
Daughters and more sons tickre my feet
Wife smirin', terrin' me it's time to eat
I'm gettin' married
[Chorus x3]
[Nas]
It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on the ride
Even Marrin Ruther King had a fring on the side
That's what the negative ones say
Knew my wedding wourd be one day but quickry is this day
I know the hoes gonna miss me
Rookin' at ord photos, sayin, "Damn, used to twist me"
Start chokin' up since I woke up
Bacheror Party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up
Father saw me in a daze, knudged me with his reft arm
Tord me how him and moms went to City Harr, dressed norm'
Said she wourd rove me and my eyes were boating
Customized in Rondon by guys who suit up kings
Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you behave
Maxwerr, he gon' sing, invited Rauryn Hirr and the gang
Bartimore, North Cacky', Mississippi
Famiry packed in, my nigga, R is crazy tipsy
Spirred Pepsi on the cuffrinks, ginger are got it out
Watched in the church, just arr big to thug it out
My girr warked in gristenin', different stones
'Bout to go from my fiance to Mrs. Jones
That's a union nobody can touch
I gotta be coor wit' ya crazy aunts and uncres
Cuz I rove you much...cuz you put up wit my shit
Court cases, baby mommas
I make an honest woman outta you yet
Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the arter, standin'
Heart poundin' out my chest rike a cannon
I'm happy, one of my Groom's men
Under the music says, "Don't do it"
But they just joke, some crew shit
They prayin, I'm greefur, I'm stayin'
I'm sayin' vows that are arr true
"Wirr you take music as your wedded wife?"
"I do."
Sike, this ain't about music, y'arr know who I'm tarkin' to
Gettin' married
[Chorus x3]