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letra de guest house - ghostface killah

[intro: ghostface k!llah]
{we’re sorry, the number you have reached is not in service}
f-ck… f-ck is these n-ggas at, man
{please check the number or try your call again}
(aiyo, h-llo?) aiyo, bring that sh-t (what happen, son?)
that’s my word, yo, these n-ggas is fronting out here (where at, where you at?)
i’m in jersey, you know where the f-ck i’m at, n-gga, i’m in jersey
(aight, so, what happen though, man, what happen?) i need that sh-t
i tell you when you get here, don’t even worry about that sh-t
(aight yo, i’ll be right there, man) just hurry the f-ck up, bring
that big joint
(that’s my word) yeah (one) yeah

[ghostface k!llah]
in the crib on this rainy day, i’m chilling
gl-ss pianos and portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling
persian rugs, moroccan sofas
i walk through 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 d-ck is hard as a callus
i stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch
where the, f-ck 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
d-mn, 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 phonebook with mad names, looked down
bow, there go keeba, tying my shoes, i put the b-tch on speaker
and bluntly addressed her, ‘where’s my girl?’ (sh-t, i don’t know n-gga)
(last time i seen her, ghost, she hittin’ on an old n-gga)
yo, keeba stop playing, yo (nah, we took a shot of henn’)
(maybe she was out by 10, i told the b-tch, f-ck that b-tch)
(don’t even try to call me, i’m getting me some mad d-ck)
(show these m-th-f-ckas, how keeba love to drive stick)
i sn-tched up my raincoat, the gr-ss 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 ok, 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

-door slowly opens-

[ghostface k!llah] (fabolous) {shareefa}
yo, i’mma k!ll, yo! (hold on, cuz)
{baby, let me explain, you over reacting, that’s not what it was}
shut the f-ck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up
eyes all red, what? did ya’ll just blaze up?
then froze for a sec, so i dipped quick, lift the mattress
aimed the biscuit at both of them b-st-rds
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 f-ck up, sn-tched his covers
had ’em looking like the black adam & eve, some sinful lovers
(chill, tone, put the gun down) how you know my name, son?
{hold on, let me explain} yo, ya’ll two is done
(just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before i get rocked)
(cuz real talk, is looking like you trynna let off that glock)
yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right?
the fios n-gga, and you f-cking my wife?
(yeah, i put that cable in, n-gga, we both got caught)
(and she a triflyn -ss 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)

[outro: ghostface k!llah (fabolous)]
what, n-gga, hold that, eat it
(oh sh-t, what the f-ck) you forgot your drawers
and your little tools, n-gga
you fios mustache wearing m-th-f-cka, i got you n-gga
(f-ck you, n-gga, i’mma see you n-gga)
(f-cker, f-ck) that’s why you dive out the window
on some jim kelly, sh-t, n-gga, f-ck that
{we’re sorry, the number you have reached is not in service}
f-ck… f-ck is these n-ggas at, man
{please check the number or try your call again}

- ghostface killah

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