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Finer Things

(featuring Nas)


[Nas]
2000, Jon B. y'all, N.A.S. y'all, to the death y'all
Come on, get it right, look at them brown nosin'
My click pullin' up with purple roses
Purple diamonds, pinky rings, purple doja
Heaven had to mold her, look at the earth she bangin'
Gucci purse, wonderin' what ghetto that she came from
She gangster from her head to her feet
By birth I'm a soldier, bet the pearl come sweet
And I felt the world wet when we met
She felt like somethin' I'd never forget
Somethin' you had to witness, perfect physical fitness
Alerted all my five senses, I said my name is Nas love
And who's the girl next to ya, this my man Boogotti
I'd like to introduce ya

[Jon B.]
Well if I wasnt alive
Somethin' we feel just might be real
If we try, if we try baby
I know I'm giving you love
But is it really enough for you to be satisfied
You always know that you're beautiful
Do you see the beauty that I see inside, inside you
Somethin' I wanna do is travel the world
To find the girl for sure was you

[Chorus] 
What if I show you the finer things
The finer things in life
Mami just you and I, hit you with some love tonight
Hit you with some love tonight, hit you with some love tonight

[Jon B.]
But if I want some your life
Everything you want to feel is real in my mind
Got your own mind like making love to you right
Your body's telling everything I need to do it tonight
Oh night, baby, please say that you could stay a long time
Please say that you could spend another night with me
What up with the house on the beach
We gonna sip a little apple martini
I want you to just lay back and let me freak your insecurities

[Nas]
If I was your man your knowledge would expand til we both the equal
Chillin' on islands where the sand and the ocean is deep blue
There's three things that I got on my list
You qualify, you my miss, I count em down like this
Number one, you gotta be real
Dont lie to me about managomy
See hun get out of my grill
Love me if I'm locked up or I'm out on the peel
Keep it tight when I'm in it, ask me how does it feel
Number two, easy to do, be who you are
Be with me, a real G, with every beat of your heart
And number three, last but not least
Give me peace and I'll show you the world
Most girls aint lucky to see, Jon B.

[Repeat Chorus]

[Nas]
Could we do it on the floor
To the bath-tub, on the studio
Could we do it in the pool

[Jon B.]
Mama just you and I

[Nas]
Could we do it in the ocean
Could we do it in some projects
Could we do it in the motel

[Jon B.]
Hit you with some love tonight

[Chorus]

[Jon B.]
Make you say ooohh ohhh ohh
Oooh, ohh oohhhhhh

[Nas]
Show you finer things, you forget about the minor things
Can I show you, can I show bout the finer things
You forget about the minor things



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