Versuri Guest House

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