Tsu Surf - House in Virginia lyrics

Karen been with Joe since she was younger
Though (Tsu)
House in Virginia paint it so clear
Picasso

See, Karen been with Joe
Since she was younger, though
Down to ride, he wasn't that nigga
But she loved him though
Didn't have the nicest whips and
Couldn't cop a bungalow had faith in him
Knew that one day he would bubble though
See, Joe was determined to make a flip
Late baggin', early trappin'
Risked his freedom on the strip
He had bills
Wanted some new wheels and some other shit
In a world for his girl
I think he did it for his bitch
But Karen was tired, she had needs
Where her heels? Where her bag?


Wanted Giuseppe, wanted weave
Five years of comin'
Can't tell him you wan' leave
Barely wanted to tell that man about his seed
Abortion will play it strong
Termination and don't tell him
Shit just kinda felt wrong
But was she really able?
Part time couldn't cut it
And Joe wasn't stable
And them grams on the table barely
Took care of the cable
They say it's supposed to
Be the perfect fable
Joe was goin' through a drought
Like every time he pressed the gas
A speed bump took him out
Ain't wanna borrow from his man
Shit, the blocked fucked up
It's like 40 for a gram
Hated to see his boo stress
Tryna stack a few pennies 'til
He meet a new connect
Karen and Mekka shoppin'
Besties since 5th grade
Roll dogs in high school
Never ever split ways
They only had one rule: you
Never let your bitch fade
Mekka kept the mace close
Karen had the switchblade
"What's goin' through your mind?
You look sick joe did it? I don't know why
You put up with this shit
I'ma only keep it real, girl
Listen to your bitch
It's a Paid in Full world
And you deserve a Mitch
Tall Kwah got these heels, I ain't asked
Just gave him a lil head
Imagine I give him ass"
Mekka was about hers
Couple niggas smashed that
But, you know how the story goes
She yellin' "Where the cash at?!"
They went to leave, well
Karen wanted to leave
She was just about to say it
Then got pulled by her sleeve
"How you doin'? My name Kway
Sorry for pullin' on you
I seen you the other day
On Bergen by the Halal and
You was wearin' grey
But, I won't let you get away today"
Said he won't let her get away today
Let her get away today
"So let me get your number"
"Nah, give me yours"
She wasn't a dummy nor no silly whore
Never cheated, but you never say never
What Joe don't know won't hurt him
It was time to do better
See, Karen knew exactly who he was
Kway from cross town, be gettin' money
He blood got an all black Range
Act a dummy in the club
Be fuckin' with the dope and got
His hands on the bud
She seen him the other day, too
But real bitches always play it cute
"Make sure you use my number, Karen"
"Aight, cool, I got you later, boo"
Now, Kway headed to the trap, to the cash
Ain't really worried about nothin'
Take a pull and he ash
Go getter from way back
He got it from his Dad but fuck that
He thinkin' 'bout light skin with the ass
Had the hood since big homie got locked
Was stackin' double since his
Wifey got knocked phone ring, "Who this?"
"What's up, Kway? It's Pop
Got your number last week
I be trappin' by the shop" "Oh, what up
Pop? Your older sister tells me cool things
Heard you a trap star, and got a cool team
Tell your whole squad it's new management
A new team
I'ma bring a chicken through, some biscuit's
And a few wings
But rule 1: don't play with me
And rule 2: don't owe me"
Pop felt like he hit the jackpot
Was thinkin' about stacks
Shit he couldn't wait to tell the homie
And weeks later, Joe and Karen in the bed
She was layin' on his chest
His hand goin' through her hair
"You good, bae?" She smiled
Joe knew better though
Think he was in denial
"You know when I get right
We gon' get right?"
But Karen closed her eyes, bit her lip tight
What happen when the gettin'
Right ain't gettin' right?
And she barely happy with the dick at night
His phone rung, it was Pop
Pop was Joe right hand from the block
"Ayy, what up though?" "Nigga we good"
"What you talkin' 'bout, nigga?"
"Just meet me in the hood
Matter of fact, throw somethin' on
I'm comin' down the hill
Just met a new connect and
Shit 'bout to get real
Would have told you last week but
I wanted to seal the deal
Just get ready, Cuz, I'll be there in a lil"
Karen phone vibrated when Joe's did
Luckily he got up, close shit
It was Kway, they been textin' for weeks
Even paid her phone bill and Benihanas to eat
LeBron, size 6, surprisin' her with sneaks
Hit the city for some drinks
She ain't even let him beat
"What you doin'? (Nothin')
So you free? (Yup)
Well, throw somethin' on, I'ma pick you up"
Joe came in the room, "I'm 'bout to slide"
Karen was gettin' dressed
Had to make up a lie
And the lyin' where it all start
"Bae, I'm 'bout to run with
Mekka out to Walmart"
The horn beep, Joe hit the street (Yo)
Tired of bein' puzzled
Pop had the missing piece
Drivin' through the hood talkin' bands
Joe could only see millions while Pop
Told him 'bout the plan
"And you know we need a new connect
The nigga Kway from cross town
He got it on deck"
Threw a brick up on his lap, deadass check
Throwin' them like hot cakes
"We gon' make that shit stretch"
"More where that came from, let's get it in
That nigga want like 4 off of every 10"
(What? That's it?)
That nigga want like 4 off of every 10
"Man, that nigga want like 4 off of every 10"
Bimmer pull up, that's Kway shit
From Karen room it look like a spaceship
She wanna smell good, spray shit
Black legging pants, Charles Barkley's
The gray shit
Small jacket, messy bun and her phone
Take a selfie for Instagram and she gone
See that's probably when it happen
But a picture worth a thousand words
Add your own caption
He push her against the wall, he aggressive
Rippin' on her V-neck
Popped the new necklace
Fuck it, he bought it, wanted her shit
He ain't sweat it
She tuggin' on his Gucci belt
He unbutton her 7s
That car ride happen fast, right?
See, they was textin' 'bout
Fuckin' since last night
She was screamin' "Kway" while he
Hit it from the back light skin, shit fat
He rather not wear a strap
"Who pussy?" (Yours) karen on all fours
Joe callin' her phone while she call the Lord
(Hello?) and flip her over on the other side
"Do what you want, Kway
Just don't cum inside!"
Damn, it's fucked up, ain't it?
Even the grass on the other side tainted
A real picture, I just paint it
I can't tell you where to hang it
Five months later felt like a long time
Shit was straight for Joe, a long grind
Early morning hunnit packs
All winter long johns
40K saved, 20 spent: that's what I call grind
Karen red bottom game tight
Heels every other week for the
Wife and it was light
Two, ten max, no keys, all white
Pushin' heavy weight
Connect had niggas right
Everything butter like Parkay
They even moved a few Xs up the Parkway
And Joe still be in the street, but
When you gettin' chips you can't
Piss where you sleep
Now let me tell you 'bout his joy
Karen broke the news to him and
He was havin' a boy
Wanted to name him Kobe or after his dad
Yeah, after his dad, his dad Troy
Now Pop and Joe was in the trap
Watchin' the lil homies finish up the packs
All morning, coolin'
Smoke a blunt and just rap
How they started from the bottom
Made somethin' out of scratch car pull up
(Who this?) , tinted, some gray shit
Joe reach for the strap, Pop stop him, "Yo
That's Kway shit"
Kway hop out, lookin' like he winnin'
Two chains, Rolex, Diddy bop, grinnin'
He was makin' his rounds
About to pick up 15 and
Drop off another pound smooth like a breeze
So as fast as you seen him
Be a fast as he leave
And Joe was always strapped, Home Depot
Look at Pop, "I forgot to ask
Where you meet bro?"
"Kway? Well you know my sister December?
She was fuckin' with him since
As long as I remember"
Then the feds hit the hood, ironic
'02 December did a super mean bid
Some high max in Virginia
Remember I told you December gettin' paid?
Ten bands a month, mall trips for days
(yeah, I remember that)
I swear that nigga Kway
Paid her off a 100 stacks
And gave my sister AIDS"
"Word? That's crazy bro"