Lyrics:
Blues Virginia

get some blue-eyed boatman For to row me o'er the tide I'll go back to East Virginia North Carolina ain't my home I'll go back to East Virginia Leave

and cigarettes. Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you? Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you? (What should we do if baby turns blue) You broke

Translation: Ted Gärdestad. Blue Virgin Isles.

[Unknown] In the blue ridge mountains of Virginia By the trail of the lonesome pine In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine She carved her name and

York (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue

heart attack You gave me life and keep me coming back I see the sun rise in your eyes, your eyes We've got a future full of blue skies, blue skies Even

Ryde You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins So

Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small Stick you on the table with a plastic cup Say grace, then eat ya ass up Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies

' on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit I said Virginia's in the house, Virginia's in the house