Tsu Surf - House In Virginia Pt. 3 lyrics
[Tsu Surf - House In Virginia Pt. 3 lyrics]
Pop was still plotting (I'ma kill this nigga)
And Mekka still thottin'
Joe got a question for Karen
Ten karat ring, a proposal
And some Louboutins (For you)
And Kway was laying low (Somebody telling)
Shit, honestly, I think the Feds know
(Somebody telling)
December stacking every penny for her
And her bro to go
They had to go, they had to go
And Joe ain't care for nothing but the fam'
(Family first)
He was done, like, on his last grams
(Only work) ready to ask Karen for her hand
She 9 months, he saved up
Fuck it, he tryna be a man
Okay, we all know that he been down
But he got up and he got right
I wish mama could see him now
(Look at me mama) ready to queen her
When he see her drop down
Repeated the words a million times
He couldn't wait to see her smile
Meanwhile, Pop was in the living room pacing
(I'ma kill this nigga)
Him, Shells, lil' BK and Jason
(Swear to God, I'ma kill this nigga)
Ski mask, a mind that was vacant
The TEC, both mags
And the K from the basement
His lil' niggas from the town
(What's popping?)
Already know how they got down (We got 'em)
Will kill a nigga for nothing right now
So imagine Pop accepting new guns and a pound
(Alright look, pay attention)
"He swinging by to scoop up some bread
I don't just want this pussy dead
I need this nigga whole head"
(His whole fucking head)
Fuck common sense (Fuck common sense)
Fuck logic a contract on Kway's skull
Pop was gon' sign it
Shells rolling weed up, Jason just nodded
Lil BK staring, focused, demonic
And Pop walked to the closet
You'll never guess what's inside it
I guess this where we talk
About his sick side
It was a girl, bag over her head
Hands zip tied took the bag off, it was Shay
The mother of his seed
Like the closest thing to Kway
Watching her for weeks
He followed her the whole day
When it was war, you had to war
And Pop wasn't tryna play
(Wasn't tryna play)
Somebody gotta pay for this
(Somebody gotta pay for this shit, man)
Ain't even really wan' to take the bitch
She tried to scream when he
Pulled off the bag was walking out the bank
The rest happened so fast
Looking for her keys
Face and hand in her bag
Pop hopped smooth out and gun
Butt her with the mag
And ever since she been tied
In her head praying to her God
"If you get me out of this
I'll leave that Kwayshawn alone
This is bullshit" had it made up in her mind
December had 200 grand in the safe
Ready to go now, new purses, new thing
New place (It's time to go)
No destination and no reason to stop
Made her mind up
She leaving if she leaving with Pop
(It's time to go)
She was dying and niggas wanted them dead
So to stay'll just be foolish
Had more than enough bread
And it's sunny in Miami, well
The magazine said
Already picked out the crib and
The dopest dream bed
She had wounds (So pretty) cut deep
Long nights (But ugly) couldn't sleep
She was tired or felt weak
Called Pop both times, both got the beep
(Your call has been forwarded to
An automatic voice message system)
"Eff it, I'll leave a message" (Hello)
"Probably running round with Joe" (Pop)
"Bro" (Bro) "It's December, we gotta go"
Mekka on her knees getting right
Brazilian weave, red bottoms
Sucking dick part light
Favorite nigga out of her niggas
'cause Rob wanted to wife
Rob to her, in the streets
They called him Officer White
And when she finished with that head
It was right to the kitchen
Cooking on the phone with Katrina
Yes bitching ("Yes, bitch")
Gossiping, thinking she knowing shit
When she didn't
Katrina throwing gas and predictions
"And Pop gon' kill Kway
But that ain't none of my business
(You lyin') found out 'bout December, bitch
That nigga been tripping (What?)
Fucked up
Kway just gave him 40 whole chickens"
(40, bitch?) "40?"
"40 whole chickens"
"Lowkey, Pop paid Tall J a visit
You know J, brown skin
Always wear the fitted
(yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know)
He run around with Kway
Yeah, yup, Pop did it" (What?)
Rob behind her listenin'
So technically she snitching
Joe pull up home, he take a deep breath
Look at the ring once, hop up out the Lex
He thinking about the future
He jog up, up the steps
And he gon' do his part
'cause God gon' do the rest
Phone ring, Pop answer, it was Kway
(Yo, I need that whole hundred)
There was nothing left to say
(I gotchu big bro)
Kway was tryna stack, feds comin' any day
Already made his other rounds
Last stop for the day
Ain't been home since 'bout May
Been stayin' in the cut with Sharae
Met her out Miami, she be stripping in the A
300 stacks, him and bae
They was dippin' to the Bay
Soon as Kway hang up, his phone ring
It was his shooter, lil' Greg
He was home team "What's popping big bro? I
Know probably you busy
Whatchu doing? Who you with?
I think you should
Come and get me 'cause I'm drunk"
"Busting moves
Why? What's up? Something wrong? You
In a rush? Give me few
I'll meet you out front"
"Nah, come get me now, you got your nina?
Just hung up the phone with
My baby mother Katrina" "What she say?"
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
("Bae?") he called for Karen while he
Reached for his strap ("Bae?")
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
("Bae?") he called for Karen while he
Reached for his strap ("Karen?")
Rob grabbed his jacket and his vest
"This is Officer White, a backup request
Possible suspect, a homicide death
I'm 78 bound now, I'm headed towards West"
Joe ain't hear Karen in the house (Karen?)
But saw her car and her keys on the couch
(Bae, where you at?)
Usually by now he'll hear her big mouth
(Stop playing) "Babe, stop playing, come out
No funny shit, I got the gun out"
"If she playing, I'ma choke her"
Grab the strap tight and move a lil' closer
Ain't know why, but he had tears
Wasn't scared
But weird fears of what could be waiting
At the top of them stairs
"Good look lil' bruh, I'm on the way"
"So these lil' niggas really wanna play?"
(What? Joe? Pop?) joe and Pop of all people
Hurt a nigga that'll feed you
That's why you can't help people today
(That's crazy)
Mekka was so busy with the gossip (Stupid)
That she ain't notice that
Her inbox was popping (Stupid)
20 missed texts from her best
"Meet me at the house bitch, 20 minutes less"
That was 2 hours ago
Some head, a whole meal, and a shower ago
(Whole shower ago)
"Y'all niggas bring the straps
Kway coming now (Got off the phone)
I'ma go first, when I signal
Y'all drum him down
Nigga be paranoid as shit
He where we want him now
I'll leave out the front
Y'all go back and come around
Kway called Scoota, 'nother shooter
("Hello? Ayy lil' bro where you at?")
"Hey lil bruh, where Bay Bay and Buddha?
(Call the homies)
Time to smoke a nigga code word 'hookah'
And he knows to bring the Macs
Any time Kway say 'computers'
(You already know I gotchu)
I be smoking hookah on my laptop (Alright)
In the van, y'all meet me on the back block"
(We gon' be there)
God couldn't save them lil' niggas
Them was Kway boys
He practically raised them lil' niggas
And I declare war (I declare war)
Friends turned enemies that's for sure
("Karen!") it was a letter on his bed
Kissed in lipstick, written in red
Still no signs of his bae
But but this is what it said
"First off, you perfect by far
I'm dark, night sky, you a star
I think my flaws make you shine better
I felt so dirty, you could find better
I met this nigga named Kway, I did you wrong
I don't know what to say, but I'm gone
Queens deserve castles and it's wrong
Risking your life everyday for a pawn
I'm crying now, 'cause I'm dying now
("Wait? What?")
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now ("Karen?!")
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now"
("The fuck? What? Huh?")
He looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
Looked to his left, looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
She was right there ("No!")
In the tub ("No!")
Face open, dripping blood ("What the fuck?!")
Did it with his gun
She was gripping his snub
Laying right there, Karen, his love
Breaking news
10 men part of a shootout, slain
Broad daylight 2 cars riddles with bullets
Middle of Newark, New Jersey
Also, one cop shot 28
Times, he's in critical, critical condition
Two women found in two separate houses
Both shot in the head
We don't know if these cases were connected
State police say they have one witness
Who claims to know everything stay tuned
We'll pick up the story at 8 jersey
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
And Mekka still thottin'
Joe got a question for Karen
Ten karat ring, a proposal
And some Louboutins (For you)
And Kway was laying low (Somebody telling)
Shit, honestly, I think the Feds know
(Somebody telling)
December stacking every penny for her
And her bro to go
They had to go, they had to go
And Joe ain't care for nothing but the fam'
(Family first)
He was done, like, on his last grams
(Only work) ready to ask Karen for her hand
She 9 months, he saved up
Fuck it, he tryna be a man
Okay, we all know that he been down
But he got up and he got right
I wish mama could see him now
(Look at me mama) ready to queen her
When he see her drop down
Repeated the words a million times
He couldn't wait to see her smile
Meanwhile, Pop was in the living room pacing
(I'ma kill this nigga)
Him, Shells, lil' BK and Jason
(Swear to God, I'ma kill this nigga)
Ski mask, a mind that was vacant
The TEC, both mags
And the K from the basement
His lil' niggas from the town
(What's popping?)
Already know how they got down (We got 'em)
Will kill a nigga for nothing right now
So imagine Pop accepting new guns and a pound
(Alright look, pay attention)
"He swinging by to scoop up some bread
I don't just want this pussy dead
I need this nigga whole head"
(His whole fucking head)
Fuck common sense (Fuck common sense)
Fuck logic a contract on Kway's skull
Pop was gon' sign it
Shells rolling weed up, Jason just nodded
Lil BK staring, focused, demonic
And Pop walked to the closet
You'll never guess what's inside it
I guess this where we talk
About his sick side
It was a girl, bag over her head
Hands zip tied took the bag off, it was Shay
The mother of his seed
Like the closest thing to Kway
Watching her for weeks
He followed her the whole day
When it was war, you had to war
And Pop wasn't tryna play
(Wasn't tryna play)
Somebody gotta pay for this
(Somebody gotta pay for this shit, man)
Ain't even really wan' to take the bitch
She tried to scream when he
Pulled off the bag was walking out the bank
The rest happened so fast
Looking for her keys
Face and hand in her bag
Pop hopped smooth out and gun
Butt her with the mag
And ever since she been tied
In her head praying to her God
"If you get me out of this
I'll leave that Kwayshawn alone
This is bullshit" had it made up in her mind
December had 200 grand in the safe
Ready to go now, new purses, new thing
New place (It's time to go)
No destination and no reason to stop
Made her mind up
She leaving if she leaving with Pop
(It's time to go)
She was dying and niggas wanted them dead
So to stay'll just be foolish
Had more than enough bread
And it's sunny in Miami, well
The magazine said
Already picked out the crib and
The dopest dream bed
She had wounds (So pretty) cut deep
Long nights (But ugly) couldn't sleep
She was tired or felt weak
Called Pop both times, both got the beep
(Your call has been forwarded to
An automatic voice message system)
"Eff it, I'll leave a message" (Hello)
"Probably running round with Joe" (Pop)
"Bro" (Bro) "It's December, we gotta go"
Mekka on her knees getting right
Brazilian weave, red bottoms
Sucking dick part light
Favorite nigga out of her niggas
'cause Rob wanted to wife
Rob to her, in the streets
They called him Officer White
And when she finished with that head
It was right to the kitchen
Cooking on the phone with Katrina
Yes bitching ("Yes, bitch")
Gossiping, thinking she knowing shit
When she didn't
Katrina throwing gas and predictions
"And Pop gon' kill Kway
But that ain't none of my business
(You lyin') found out 'bout December, bitch
That nigga been tripping (What?)
Fucked up
Kway just gave him 40 whole chickens"
(40, bitch?) "40?"
"40 whole chickens"
"Lowkey, Pop paid Tall J a visit
You know J, brown skin
Always wear the fitted
(yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know)
He run around with Kway
Yeah, yup, Pop did it" (What?)
Rob behind her listenin'
So technically she snitching
Joe pull up home, he take a deep breath
Look at the ring once, hop up out the Lex
He thinking about the future
He jog up, up the steps
And he gon' do his part
'cause God gon' do the rest
Phone ring, Pop answer, it was Kway
(Yo, I need that whole hundred)
There was nothing left to say
(I gotchu big bro)
Kway was tryna stack, feds comin' any day
Already made his other rounds
Last stop for the day
Ain't been home since 'bout May
Been stayin' in the cut with Sharae
Met her out Miami, she be stripping in the A
300 stacks, him and bae
They was dippin' to the Bay
Soon as Kway hang up, his phone ring
It was his shooter, lil' Greg
He was home team "What's popping big bro? I
Know probably you busy
Whatchu doing? Who you with?
I think you should
Come and get me 'cause I'm drunk"
"Busting moves
Why? What's up? Something wrong? You
In a rush? Give me few
I'll meet you out front"
"Nah, come get me now, you got your nina?
Just hung up the phone with
My baby mother Katrina" "What she say?"
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
("Bae?") he called for Karen while he
Reached for his strap ("Bae?")
Joe reached for the door but it was cracked
("Bae?") he called for Karen while he
Reached for his strap ("Karen?")
Rob grabbed his jacket and his vest
"This is Officer White, a backup request
Possible suspect, a homicide death
I'm 78 bound now, I'm headed towards West"
Joe ain't hear Karen in the house (Karen?)
But saw her car and her keys on the couch
(Bae, where you at?)
Usually by now he'll hear her big mouth
(Stop playing) "Babe, stop playing, come out
No funny shit, I got the gun out"
"If she playing, I'ma choke her"
Grab the strap tight and move a lil' closer
Ain't know why, but he had tears
Wasn't scared
But weird fears of what could be waiting
At the top of them stairs
"Good look lil' bruh, I'm on the way"
"So these lil' niggas really wanna play?"
(What? Joe? Pop?) joe and Pop of all people
Hurt a nigga that'll feed you
That's why you can't help people today
(That's crazy)
Mekka was so busy with the gossip (Stupid)
That she ain't notice that
Her inbox was popping (Stupid)
20 missed texts from her best
"Meet me at the house bitch, 20 minutes less"
That was 2 hours ago
Some head, a whole meal, and a shower ago
(Whole shower ago)
"Y'all niggas bring the straps
Kway coming now (Got off the phone)
I'ma go first, when I signal
Y'all drum him down
Nigga be paranoid as shit
He where we want him now
I'll leave out the front
Y'all go back and come around
Kway called Scoota, 'nother shooter
("Hello? Ayy lil' bro where you at?")
"Hey lil bruh, where Bay Bay and Buddha?
(Call the homies)
Time to smoke a nigga code word 'hookah'
And he knows to bring the Macs
Any time Kway say 'computers'
(You already know I gotchu)
I be smoking hookah on my laptop (Alright)
In the van, y'all meet me on the back block"
(We gon' be there)
God couldn't save them lil' niggas
Them was Kway boys
He practically raised them lil' niggas
And I declare war (I declare war)
Friends turned enemies that's for sure
("Karen!") it was a letter on his bed
Kissed in lipstick, written in red
Still no signs of his bae
But but this is what it said
"First off, you perfect by far
I'm dark, night sky, you a star
I think my flaws make you shine better
I felt so dirty, you could find better
I met this nigga named Kway, I did you wrong
I don't know what to say, but I'm gone
Queens deserve castles and it's wrong
Risking your life everyday for a pawn
I'm crying now, 'cause I'm dying now
("Wait? What?")
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now ("Karen?!")
Crying now, 'cause I'm dying now"
("The fuck? What? Huh?")
He looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
Looked to his left, looked to his left
Walked six steps and saw death
She was right there ("No!")
In the tub ("No!")
Face open, dripping blood ("What the fuck?!")
Did it with his gun
She was gripping his snub
Laying right there, Karen, his love
Breaking news
10 men part of a shootout, slain
Broad daylight 2 cars riddles with bullets
Middle of Newark, New Jersey
Also, one cop shot 28
Times, he's in critical, critical condition
Two women found in two separate houses
Both shot in the head
We don't know if these cases were connected
State police say they have one witness
Who claims to know everything stay tuned
We'll pick up the story at 8 jersey
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
No one to share, who truly cares?
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me, baby, baby
Some people need three dozen roses
It's the only way to prove you love them
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