Virginia Clipse (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

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

[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell]
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, relocate, re-off them rooks (Talkin' 'bout what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talkin' 'bout what?)

[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 I'm passionately pimpin', it is what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seam 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 the 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
With 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 the Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild, but what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like OJ
Beat murder like the shit is okay, 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