Текст песни Guest House - Fabolous , Ghostface Killah
In
the
crib
on
this
rainy
day,
I′m
chilling
Glass
pianos
and
Portuguese
drapes,
hang
from
the
ceiling
Persian
rugs,
Moroccan
sofas
I
walk
to
the
house
in
Paisley
robes
and
Ferragamo
loafers
And
Iron
Chef
just
season
the
salmon
It's
coming
down
pouring,
he
watching
BBC,
eating
a
salad
I′m
on
the
couch
hitting
the
chalice
Checking
my
textes
and
out
of
nowhere,
my
dick
is
hard
as
a
callus
I
stood
up,
pulled
back
my
sleeve,
checked
my
watch
Where
the,
fuck
is
my
wife,
it's
12
o'clock
on
the
dot
Very
impatient,
I′m
getting
nervous
can′t
stop
pacing
My
heart's
racing,
her
Nextel
don′t
get
no
service
Damn,
all
this
over
a
gallon
of
milk
Something
happened
to
her,
somebody
wig'll
get
peeled
Okay,
let
me
calm
down,
maybe
she
at
Keeba
house
Her
birthday′s
today,
we
both
bought
her
jeans
and
a
blouse
Since
7 o'clock,
she
been
gone
for
hours
Jetted
up
the
steps
to
the
master
suite,
checked
the
shower
Nope,
all
that
is
there
is
towels
and
soap
Stomach
is
nauseous,
caught
a
big
lump
in
my
throat
Found
a
phone
book
with
mad
names,
looked
down
Bow,
there
go
Keeba
tying
my
shoes,
I
put
the
bitch
on
speaker
And
bluntly
adressed
her,
"Where′s
my
girl?"
Yeah,
she
ain't
out
here
Last
time
I
seen
her,
Ghost,
she
beat
it
on
an
old
nigga
Yo,
Keeba
stop
playing,
yo,
nah,
we
took
a
shot
of
Henn'
Lately
she
work
out
by
10,
I
told
her,
bitch,
buy
a
Benz
Or
even
shot
a
car,
I′m
getting
me
some
Advil
Show
these
motherfuckers,
how
Keeba
love
to
drive
stick
I
snatched
up
my
raincoat,
the
grass
was
soaked
Under
the
bed
in
the
guest
house,
where
I
keep
my
toast
I
yelled
to
the
Chef,
yo,
"Watch
for
Kayla
Check
the
pool
and
the
bowling
alley
If
anything,
just
hit
my
cellular"
Hopped
in
the
go
cart,
the
yard
is
dark,
I′m
bugging
Few
feet
from
the
guest
house
is
where
I
parked
Hope
she's
okay
is
what
I
say
in
my
heart
But
something
don′t
feel
right,
so
is
what
I'm
saying
to
God
As
I
got
closer
something
ain′t
kosher
I
heard
a
bunch
of
squeaky
sounds
from
the
house
I
don't
think
I′m
suppose
to
is
this
the
end
of
the
Starks
regime?
Let
me
find
out
somebody
on
my
ground,
yo
is
pounding
my
queen
Yo,
I'ma
kill
ya,
hold
on
cuz
Baby,
let
me
explain,
you
overreacting,
that's
not
what
it
was
Shut
the
fuck
up,
you
got
caught
moaning
with
your
legs
up
Eyes
all
red,
what
did
y′all
just
blaze
up?
Then
froze
for
a
sec,
so
I
dipped
quick,
lift
the
mattress
Aimed
the
biscuit
at
both
of
them
bastards
What
ya′ll
excuse
now,
yo
cuz,
she
said
she
live
with
her
pop
Her
dude
mad
strict
that's
why
we
up
in
the
spot
And
yo
this
little
trick
of
yours
bought
me
a
ten
G
watch
He
reached
down
for
his
drawers,
thats′
when
I
let
off
a
shot
Back
the
fuck
up,
snatched
his
covers
Had
'em
looking
like
the
black
Adam
and
Eve,
some
sinful
lovers
Chill,
Tone,
put
the
gun
down,
how
you
know
my
name,
son?
Hold
on,
let
me
explain,
yo
y′all
two
is
done
Just
let
me
put
my
drawers,
get
dressed,
before
I
get
rocked
'Cuz
real
talk,
is
looking
like
you
tryna
let
off
that
glock
Yeah,
you
right,
you
look
familiar,
you
put
my
cable
in,
right?
The
FiOS
nigga
and
you
fucking
my
wife
Yeah,
I
put
that
cable
in,
nigga,
we
both
got
caught
And
she
a
triflyn
ass
chick,
don′t
act
like
it's
all
my
fault
Baby,
no,
mind
your
business
Now
Kayla,
don't
stop
him,
let
the
sucker
do
what
he
do
He
touch
me
and
he
finished
What
nigga,
hold
that,
eat
it
Oh
shit,
what
the
fuck,
you
forgot
your
drawers
And
your
little
tools,
nigga
You
FiOS
mustache
wearing
muthafucka
Fuck
you,
nigga,
I
got
you
nigga
I′mma
see
you
nigga,
fucker,
fuck
That′s
why
you
dive
out
the
window
On
some
Jim
Kelly,
shit,
nigga,
fuck
that
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