Virginia

You ready to do this, nigga? You ready to come down here? It's Virginia, nigga We do this in broad daylight It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)

In my Home Sweet Home I keep chrome next to my bones Alters my walk to limpin' Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin', it 'tis what it seems That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means Lost it all, from lives to love But my faith and my money helped me rise above See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved

In that ol' Virginny Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin' Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there Each year, a different bitch wonder Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal' Gonz or Grimes, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind Look ma, that's right up my alley I love my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial Yeah, I guess the chase was wild, but what's the fuss about? See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our dough say Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo And your grams, too (my nigga, fo' sho')

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (talkin' 'bout, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?) I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (that's right) (talkin' 'bout, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (talkin' 'bout, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks (talkin' 'bout, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (talkin' 'bout, what?)