Guest House by Shareefa
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
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