Georgia, Georgia

Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha Country name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store

Lac Cruisin', *** Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4

Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro

And we ready for war in the state of, Georgia Dirty words, dirty Birds, it's mean in this dirty south

You ever disrespect it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.

Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out boys is hawkin'

You gotta be brave in the state of, Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones

Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome

If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone

And tell somebody you need help in the middle of, Georgia We some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin and smash ya

We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster

Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit

That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones

Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens

We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee

GA, the peach state, where we stay

My small city's called Albany, Georgia Pecan country like catfish with grits

Candy yams and chitlins, gram's homemade baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports

Ingredients in the peach cobbler called, Georgia I love the women out in L.A.

And the shopping stores in New York

The beaches in MIA

But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama

Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see, Georgia

Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train

The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick

Where Lac trucks sit on 26's

Know where your going or your get lost

Found on these plum trees in the south

These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map

Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirelliz

And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap

Country as hell, they some warriors Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida,

Lookin' for me boy, ya find me

Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia

Where they use to call us some bamas And now they jockin' the grammar

Watch yo mouth unless you out for some manner

Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the Waffle house in Atlanta

R.I.P camoflauge out in Savannah, Georgia Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation

Home of the strip club, known for the thick girls

Where the chicks put tips in the tip cup

Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree

Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia

When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is

Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field"

I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, Georgia We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in, Georgia

All the time, it ain't

Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia

We ain't playin' witcha Georgia, Georgia

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