[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

[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?)

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 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 shit"

You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us

And there are some things that you don't discuss

Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fare

Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair

Don't ask about my music and how that's comin' 'bout

Don't ask about my album, or when's 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, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus what I look like spendin' my nights in jail?

I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well

I reside in VA, ride in VA

Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA

Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here

For out-of-towners who think that they gon' move weight here

Ironic, the same place I'm makin' figures at

That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia

[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?)

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?)

[Outro: Pharrell]

Youngin (Talkin' 'bout what?)

This is real, youngin (Talkin' 'bout what?)

You lookin' into a whole different world, youngin (Talkin' 'bout what?)

This is real

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