NAS

NAS - Getting Married lyrics

rate me

[Chorus]

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find a chick I want

[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 a limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers

Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted

Hard Bottasmov 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 prenuptial 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 ya throat quick

Vehicular explosions, cigar smokin'

Dark-minded, chart climbin, well-spoken

Safer world of broke men to rich ones

Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it, hun

Headed to the Chapel, my niggas laughin

And it's bafflin 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 dreadlock

Pumpin' Sade, my head knot

Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my french, rephrase that

Someone who made 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'll 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 tickle my feet

Wife smilin', tellin' 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 Martin Luther King had a fling on the side

That's what the negative ones say

Knew my wedding would be one day but quickly is this day

I know the hoes gonna miss me

Lookin' at old 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, knudged me with his left arm

Told me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed norm'

Said she would love me Oswald Boateng

Customized in London by guys who suit up kings

Gov', you got the ring, Jung', 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 cufflinks, ginger ale got it out

Walked in the church, just 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 can touch

I gotta be cool wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles

Cuz I love you much...cuz you put up wit my shit

Court cases, baby mommas

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 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 playin, I'm gleeful, I'm stayin'

I'm stayin' vows that are 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

Gettin' married

[Chorus x3]

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