Keisha's House Skit

Boy get your lazy ass up

So you can go to store and get some flower

And some vegetable oil so I can fry some god damn

chicken (uh-huh) {alright}

And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all

ass in some spades

(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't got it at that store

Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga

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, shittin' {where the tissue at?}

I'm blowin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody bitchin' (god damn, nigga)

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 fuck her while she was seated by Bags from Brooklyn

He drove a Jag', she cut me off when she turned Muslim

I need some pussy though, that kind that be gushy though

That warm platinum pussy, with a dynamic pussy hole

I gotta fuck something, if not, I'mma fuck my girl

That's what's up, fuck the fight, yo, baby, let's peel..