Текст Tsu Surf – House In Virginia 2
Текст:
December was shopping for her niece (can I see this in a size 6?)
It was her birthday
Michael Kors watch with the boots and the clutch
We know how she could afford it in the first place
25, dark skin, great frame
Body colder than the winter–ironic ’cause of her name
So quiet that niggas thought she was gay
No problem calling her perfect, well, until she met Kway
She had dreams, she had goals
Where she coulda been, Beyonce, nobody knows
Guess it was that child destiny, she thought she met Hov
Start playing with the fire, with her hands on the stove
«But Rex, it ain’t right
Hundred thou’ cash in exchange for your life?!»
Stressed out, what happened to the better days?
Her convo with Kway, it felt like yesterday
«I know it’s fucked up but how you think I feel?
I never did you wrong, D, let’s keep it real
I know I can’t make it better but you good forever
Take a hundred now and you just call me when you need whatever
I’ma put you in the crib out in Broadway»
Crazy, she really got it the raw way
Only make sense to get what you need and as soon as she thought that he said «Tell me what you need»
«Well first thing first I want a whip
And my lil’ brother Pop, you give him a hundred bricks
My school tuition too, and some Givenchy boots
The rose gold Rolex? Yep, give me two»
Dirty game, watch you who you playin’ wit
Kway just took in the notes, couldn’t say shit
Dirty game watch you who you playin’ wit
Body colder than the winter–ironic ’cause of her name
So quiet that niggas thought she was gay
No problem calling her perfect, well, until she met Kway
She had dreams, she had goals
Where she coulda been, Beyonce, nobody knows
Guess it was that child destiny, she thought she met Hov
Start playing with the fire, with her hands on the stove
«But Rex, it ain’t right
Hundred thou’ cash in exchange for your life?!»
Stressed out, what happened to the better days?
Her convo with Kway, it felt like yesterday
«I know it’s fucked up but how you think I feel?
I never did you wrong, D, let’s keep it real
I know I can’t make it better but you good forever
Take a hundred now and you just call me when you need whatever
I’ma put you in the crib out in Broadway»
Crazy, she really got it the raw way
Only make sense to get what you need and as soon as she thought that he said «Tell me what you need»
«Well first thing first I want a whip
And my lil’ brother Pop, you give him a hundred bricks
My school tuition too, and some Givenchy boots
The rose gold Rolex? Yep, give me two»
Dirty game, watch you who you playin’ wit
Kway just took in the notes, couldn’t say shit
Dirty game watch you who you playin’ wit
Kway just took in the notes, couldn’t say shit
Mekka was over Pop house, fucking
Used to tell Karen he was ugly and wouldn’t touch him
Then he showed up in the Beemer with the button
Then she saw him at the club last Thursday buggin’
Now she on her knees sucking
See how shit change?
Could break a dime down when you big change
Took a switch from the Benz to the big Range
You just gotta see the picture through the big frame
Pop was living straight, the hood loving’ him
Him and Joe warm, plus Kway fuck with
Speaking of Kway, had him right where he needed
Was gonna bite the hand that fed him next time he try to feed him
Lately Pop been on some sick shit
Feel like he got a hundred things but lost big sis
Could you blame him? Not at all
Already made his mind up, Kway gotta fall
Joe was tryna slow up, he was making more than enough but so what?
Few hundred grand what he gross, no throw-up
Had a lil’ man coming and was tryn’ see him grow up
Work on his handle, get him a jumper
How to ride a bike and take care of his mother
Shit, his pops never taught him every Jordan, every game
Shit, his pop never bought ’em
‘Bout the birds and the bees
How every dog ain’t your dog because some dogs come with fleas
Gotta squeeze? Then you squeeze
Remain humble
You never ask questions and you separate your wants from your needs
Thinking ’bout being father of the year
And at the same time how he ain’t seen his father in some years
Karen was wifey, he was ready for commitment
In the ring he has to prove it, in karats it was ridiculous
His phone rung, it was Karen
«What you doing?»
«Quick drop off to Lil Brandon»
«Want me to cook?»
«Yeah, rice, mash, greens, salmon and cinnamon rolls
Make your own, I ain’t sharin'» (selfish)
«Well, I’m stopping by the shop, hope Katrina can get me fitted
I’ma start cooking when I get in
I’m getting so damn big, them chairs so damn small, boy, I’m prayin’ that I fit in»
Don’t be talking ’bout my point, God
I’ma holla when I go and knock these points off
So I’ll probably see you ’round 5
And I bet a hundred dollars you couldn’t dream me a surprise
She said «Tell me,» he said «Nah»
She said «Tell me», he said «Nah, just go do what you was doin’
I’ma bust a few moves and I’ma see you ’round 5» (I love you)
Karen hit the shop, Katrina was waiting
Popping all her gum, she knew she was impatient
Kway called, she hit «End», she was ducking him
Only cheated once and regretted she ever fucked with him
Pop was driving to drop Mekka off
It was quiet
They only talk when the neck involved
He jumped on the phone with his man
All she heard was Kway, AIDS, and something about a plan (oh shit)
She had to call her homegirl
Reached for her phone but thought, «Wait till you get home, girl»
Karen? Karen? Daydreaming in the chair, Katrina said, «You in your zone, girl»
She was thinking ’bout time, where it went
Why so fast? She was ’bout to be a mom
Just thinking ’bout the time, where it went
Why so fast? She was ’bout to be a mom
«Girl, let me give you the scoop»
Whatever happened in the hood, believe me, Katrina knew (nosey)
«You know Kway with the Range, from the other side of town that be movin’ all them thangs
He bout my age
Tell me why he got AIDS?»
Karen played it cool, «Yeah, right, stop playing»
«Tuh, he gave two bitches AIDS and they both getting paid
I can put that on my grave,» (on my son)
Couldn’t believe, Katrina she was a dreamer
«Girl, how you know?»
«Bitch, ’cause my sister drive a Beemer
And she only work at Walgreens
How many bitches with a Beemer work at Wallgreens?»
Karen jaw drop look like she saw a ghost
Hands shaking, palms sweaty, her heart in her throat
She rushing out the door, ain’t even get her coat
Katrina started yelling out «Kar-Karen! Where you going?»
Mekka was over Pop house, fucking
Used to tell Karen he was ugly and wouldn’t touch him
Then he showed up in the Beemer with the button
Then she saw him at the club last Thursday buggin’
Now she on her knees sucking
See how shit change?
Could break a dime down when you big change
Took a switch from the Benz to the big Range
You just gotta see the picture through the big frame
Pop was living straight, the hood loving’ him
Him and Joe warm, plus Kway fuck with
Speaking of Kway, had him right where he needed
Was gonna bite the hand that fed him next time he try to feed him
Lately Pop been on some sick shit
Feel like he got a hundred things but lost big sis
Could you blame him? Not at all
Already made his mind up, Kway gotta fall
Joe was tryna slow up, he was making more than enough but so what?
Few hundred grand what he gross, no throw-up
Had a lil’ man coming and was tryn’ see him grow up
Work on his handle, get him a jumper
How to ride a bike and take care of his mother
Shit, his pops never taught him every Jordan, every game
Shit, his pop never bought ’em
‘Bout the birds and the bees
How every dog ain’t your dog because some dogs come with fleas
Gotta squeeze? Then you squeeze
Remain humble
You never ask questions and you separate your wants from your needs
Thinking ’bout being father of the year
And at the same time how he ain’t seen his father in some years
Karen was wifey, he was ready for commitment
In the ring he has to prove it, in karats it was ridiculous
His phone rung, it was Karen
«What you doing?»
«Quick drop off to Lil Brandon»
«Want me to cook?»
«Yeah, rice, mash, greens, salmon and cinnamon rolls
Make your own, I ain’t sharin'» (selfish)
«Well, I’m stopping by the shop, hope Katrina can get me fitted
I’ma start cooking when I get in
I’m getting so damn big, them chairs so damn small, boy, I’m prayin’ that I fit in»
Don’t be talking ’bout my point, God
I’ma holla when I go and knock these points off
So I’ll probably see you ’round 5
And I bet a hundred dollars you couldn’t dream me a surprise
She said «Tell me,» he said «Nah»
She said «Tell me», he said «Nah, just go do what you was doin’
I’ma bust a few moves and I’ma see you ’round 5» (I love you)
Karen hit the shop, Katrina was waiting
Popping all her gum, she knew she was impatient
Kway called, she hit «End», she was ducking him
Only cheated once and regretted she ever fucked with him
Pop was driving to drop Mekka off
It was quiet
They only talk when the neck involved
He jumped on the phone with his man
All she heard was Kway, AIDS, and something about a plan (oh shit)
She had to call her homegirl
Reached for her phone but thought, «Wait till you get home, girl»
Karen? Karen? Daydreaming in the chair, Katrina said, «You in your zone, girl»
She was thinking ’bout time, where it went
Why so fast? She was ’bout to be a mom
Just thinking ’bout the time, where it went
Why so fast? She was ’bout to be a mom
«Girl, let me give you the scoop»
Whatever happened in the hood, believe me, Katrina knew (nosey)
«You know Kway with the Range, from the other side of town that be movin’ all them thangs
He bout my age
Tell me why he got AIDS?»
Karen played it cool, «Yeah, right, stop playing»
«Tuh, he gave two bitches AIDS and they both getting paid
I can put that on my grave,» (on my son)
Couldn’t believe, Katrina she was a dreamer
«Girl, how you know?»
«Bitch, ’cause my sister drive a Beemer
And she only work at Walgreens
How many bitches with a Beemer work at Wallgreens?»
Karen jaw drop look like she saw a ghost
Hands shaking, palms sweaty, her heart in her throat
She rushing out the door, ain’t even get her coat
Katrina started yelling out «Kar-Karen! Where you going?»