Pharrell Williams - Virginia

Song Rating: 9.40/10

Song lyrics:

[Pharrell]
You ready to do this, n***a?
You ready to come down here?
Its Virginia, n***a...
We do this in broad daylight...
Its a whole different degree of homicide, n***a...
You ready?

[Hook: Pusha T & (Pharrell]
Im from Virginia, where aint sh** to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, f** the books
Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks
So when we pull up, it aint sh** to do but look

[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
In my Home Sweet Home I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin
Since I love the feel, I guess Im pa**ionately 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 n***as, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a diffferent b**h wonder
Who wing she gon fall under, Push or Mal
Gonz or Grimes, wit me, with thoughts of f**in them cross her mind
Look ma, thats 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 whats the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin like O.J
Beat murder like the sh** is OK, thats what our dough say
Talk the evil that men do, Im lost in the mental
I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo
And your grams, too...

[Hook]


Im from Virginia, where aint sh** to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, f** the books
Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks
So when we pull up, it aint sh** to do but look

[Verse 2 - Malice]
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the sh**
You right on both counts, b**h, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you dont discuss
Dont ask me bout the Neptunes and whats they fare
Dont ask about the loud screamin chick with the hair
Dont ask about my music, and how thats comin bout
Dont ask about my album, or whens it comin out
Cause I feel like you really being funny on the sly
Now face down, layin on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, thats a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they dont dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, Im gon die in VA
Virginias for lovers, but trust theres hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon move weight here
Ironic, the same same place Im makin figures at
That theres the same land they used to hang n***as at, in Virginia

[Hook]
Im from Virginia, where aint sh** to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, f** the books
Where we re-up, re-locate, we off them rooks
So when we pull up, it aint sh** to do but look

[Pharrell]
Youngn... (Talk about, what?)
This is real, youngn... (Talk about, what?)
You lookin into a whole different world, youngn (Talk about, what?)
This is real...
Live...

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 23:44