NOVA (The Northern VA Anthem) Lyrics

Southpaw

Non-album songs

Lyrics to NOVA (The Northern VA Anthem)
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the nation's capital...

N to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to busiest area in the world-the VA suburbs of the Chocolate City-Washington, D.C. ...NoVA!
Thanks for moving here for a whole 3 years and then moving back out.
You coulda been transferred to any place in the world, but you chose to be here with us.
And we appreciate that....unhhh...

Verse 1
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my dizzle, used to live in Northern V-A
Was a resident near the home of the president
Our townhouse was heaven-sent
We only had to pay 1300 bones fo' rent
Cheese is green, we spent every red cent
Just to survive in the town where they give up Starbucks for lent
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my deezy, payin' bills ain't easy
Can't escape politics, it's so sleazy
Liberals wanna hate on W's "strategery"
Snipers tried to snipe me, terrorists tried to crash us in,
But somehow, the area just keeps growin'
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
I'm not wealthy, trying to be healthy,
And not a workaholic, that's...what I resist
So poof goes my money...'cuz, uh, NOVA's rich

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N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my dizzle, used to live in Northern V-A
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the suburbs, home of the Hummers
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not comin' home from work, I'm too biz-ay
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, work 'til 1 a.m.

Living in this culture accelerates your age
One year in D.C. is like a stinkin' decade
You'll whither up fast and turn really pale
Like the guy in The Last Crusade drinkin' from the wrong Holy Grail
NFL fans here hate me, always tryin' to debate me
Saying the Washington Redskins shoulda been the team of the 80s
But I never argue with my neighbor 'cuz that dude makes me nervous
He can probably kick my butt because I think he's secret service

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Yeah, Southpaw's back, talkin' smack through rap
But I do it on CD so you can't talk back
And I ain't even jokin' when I tell you that
When I'm in NOVA, I can barely afford a Big Mac
I was raised in Toledo, turntables and needles
Packed up grandma's sofa, moved out to NOVA
Got caught in rush hour, sat for three hours
And if I fill up my tank it'll cost me $50 dollars
And you might be "at risk" if NOVA's where you live
Because to drive in the fast lane you gotta be HOV positive
And whoever named the streets should be drop-kicked
'Cuz they ran out of ideas and named every road Braddock
New Life and Picantes, the two things I'll miss
The birth of two children, that's what I'll reminisce
N to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
I'm moving away today but I'm caught in traffic on the beltway

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