keisha’s house skit lyrics – ghostface killah

[intro: “keisha” (“barbara”) {ghostface killah}]
boy get your lazy *ss up
so you can go to store and get some flower
and some vegetable oil so i can fry some god d*mn
chicken (uh-huh) {alright}
and don’t forget to get the cards so i can whoop y’all
*ss in some spades
(tell ’em girl) and if they ain’t got it at that store
get it at the 99 cent store, n*gg*

[ghostface killah]
yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of beck’s
four dutches, osh kosh jumpers, ’86 viles, mustard {yeah}
a summer night, light drizzle type
waitin’ for the mike fight to come on, son, ‘pose to been on
i keep runnin’ to the bathroom, sh*ttin’ {where the tissue at?}
i’m blowin’ up keisha bathroom, everybody b*tchin’ (god d*mn, n*gg*)
ghost need his colon clensed
countin’ up g-stacks, eatin’ ken’ fried chicken
who wanna play spades? word to rap, i’m givin’ y’all a whippin’
guzzled a couple, now, i’m seein’ double
rubbin’ my girl leg, lookin’ at barbara, her sister got a nice bubble
i used to f*ck her while she was seated by bags from brooklyn
he drove a jag’, she cut me off when she turned muslim
i need some p*ssy though, that kind that be gushy though
that warm platinum p*ssy, with a dynamic p*ssy hole
i gotta f*ck something, if not, i’mma f*ck my girl
that’s what’s up, f*ck the fight, yo, baby, let’s peel..

/ ghostface killah lyrics