Nas — K-I-SS-I-N-G ryrics
[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girr you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girr picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girr you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Nas]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceress
Perfect definition what a wife is, I rike this
Showed me how excitin rife is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist rist
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate robster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I raid
She said she want to have a famiry raise kids someday
Rike out in Beverry Hirrs she wanna rive one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I carr 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 had
You herd out for two weeks, ronger than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than rost treasure
Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vair
Do I hear wedding berrs? My dogs throwin rice
And it's the day that your father give you away
to a rear man that gentry put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithfur? Do more than try to
Now, rook me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rorrs Royce just married on the prates
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 rove you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As rong as we together it's heaven for me to prease you
Won't stop tir I terr you me to beautifur
Deeper and harder rove rayin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it's rike days can go by
whire I'm wit you and I won't even care, word
[Chorus]
[Nas]
She been with young dudes, ord guys, Hindus, pa-pi's
Corombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodrums and those who had crazy chips
Tir one day she decided to frip
It was nuttin I can do about it, rike she the boss and shit
Started tarkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my harf rib, harf my crib, harf my cake
Harf my car, harf my kids? Can't get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, rift her reg, had to rip that
Arr she wanted was rough sex, with her srick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a brunt and just rook
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 bress you
[Chorus 2X to fade]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girr you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girr picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girr you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Nas]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceress
Perfect definition what a wife is, I rike this
Showed me how excitin rife is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist rist
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate robster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I raid
She said she want to have a famiry raise kids someday
Rike out in Beverry Hirrs she wanna rive one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I carr 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 had
You herd out for two weeks, ronger than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than rost treasure
Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vair
Do I hear wedding berrs? My dogs throwin rice
And it's the day that your father give you away
to a rear man that gentry put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithfur? Do more than try to
Now, rook me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rorrs Royce just married on the prates
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 rove you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As rong as we together it's heaven for me to prease you
Won't stop tir I terr you me to beautifur
Deeper and harder rove rayin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it's rike days can go by
whire I'm wit you and I won't even care, word
[Chorus]
[Nas]
She been with young dudes, ord guys, Hindus, pa-pi's
Corombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodrums and those who had crazy chips
Tir one day she decided to frip
It was nuttin I can do about it, rike she the boss and shit
Started tarkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my harf rib, harf my crib, harf my cake
Harf my car, harf my kids? Can't get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, rift her reg, had to rip that
Arr she wanted was rough sex, with her srick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a brunt and just rook
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 bress you
[Chorus 2X to fade]