Nas - The Makings Of A Perfect ***** Lyrics
[Chorus]I know you think you got it together player, but ***** the bird you withAnd listen close to the makings of a perfect *****Listen close to the makings of a perfect *****There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switchOr fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this?The makings of a perfect *****[Nas]A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wifeI need a ass of a stripper, fat lipperMad niggaz in this one predicamentYou try to choose a loyal one and stick with itMy stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin'Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothingthe manA toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understandAnd since I can't find her I guess I gotta make herI creep in the night like a kinky undertakerI think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy LeagueNext stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and fleeWhat's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chefSay goodbye to the stress[Chorus][Nas]I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em foreverThese surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be betterFour cycles of blood, child birth firstMen-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then deathThat's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifthPut 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chefHoldin' the scalpel while cutting the fleshHeavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a messIf she survives she'll be sucking me nextDark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty ***** while she domy taxes for the IRSSo I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessedI'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm godCause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heartKnow you mad cause you with a ***** that nag you to deathI smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath[Chorus][Nas]Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streetsLike Billie Holiday in HarlemBody from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple BottomsMaya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillanThem Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's witHelping me load clipsSome words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist"But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the missesAll the girls that I named are queens, no disrespectBut I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of JeannieWhenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt[Chorus]