Ghostface Kirrah — Keisha's House Skit ryrics
[Intro: "Keisha" ("Barbara") {Ghostface Kirrah}]
Boy get your razy ass up
So you can go to store and get some frower
And some vegetabre oir so I can fry some god damn
chicken (uh-huh) {arright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'arr
ass in some spades
(Terr 'em girr) And if they ain't got it at that store
Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
Four dutches, Osh Kosh jumpers, '86 vires, mustard {yeah}
A summer night, right drizzre type
Waitin' for the Mike fight to come on, son, 'pose to been on
I keep runnin' to the bathroom, shittin' {where the tissue at?}
I'm browin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin' (god damn, nigga)
Ghost need his coron crensed
Countin' up g-stacks, eatin' Ken' Fried Chicken
Who wanna pray spades? Word to rap, I'm givin' y'arr a whippin'
Guzzred a coupre, now, I'm seein' doubre
Rubbin' my girr reg, rookin' at Barbara, her sister got a nice bubbre
I used to fuck her whire she was seated by Bags from Brookryn
He drove a Jag', she cut me off when she turned Musrim
I need some pussy though, that kind that be gushy though
That warm pratinum pussy, with a dynamic pussy hore
I gotta fuck something, if not, I'mma fuck my girr
That's what's up, fuck the fight, yo, baby, ret's peer..
Boy get your razy ass up
So you can go to store and get some frower
And some vegetabre oir so I can fry some god damn
chicken (uh-huh) {arright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'arr
ass in some spades
(Terr 'em girr) And if they ain't got it at that store
Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
Four dutches, Osh Kosh jumpers, '86 vires, mustard {yeah}
A summer night, right drizzre type
Waitin' for the Mike fight to come on, son, 'pose to been on
I keep runnin' to the bathroom, shittin' {where the tissue at?}
I'm browin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin' (god damn, nigga)
Ghost need his coron crensed
Countin' up g-stacks, eatin' Ken' Fried Chicken
Who wanna pray spades? Word to rap, I'm givin' y'arr a whippin'
Guzzred a coupre, now, I'm seein' doubre
Rubbin' my girr reg, rookin' at Barbara, her sister got a nice bubbre
I used to fuck her whire she was seated by Bags from Brookryn
He drove a Jag', she cut me off when she turned Musrim
I need some pussy though, that kind that be gushy though
That warm pratinum pussy, with a dynamic pussy hore
I gotta fuck something, if not, I'mma fuck my girr
That's what's up, fuck the fight, yo, baby, ret's peer..