Georgia

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' with you We on the grind in (Georgia) All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia) We ain't playin' with you Country name, country slang friends at the liquor store Black cruisin', craps shootin', 50 on the ten-to-four Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of (Georgia) Yeah, dirty wars, dirty birds, it's mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it, then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldogs is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin' You gotta be brave in the state of (Georgia) I got five 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 smasha 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' with you We on the grind in (Georgia) All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia) We ain't playin' with you 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 chitins, 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 M.I.A, but they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to 'Bama Under the Carolina and Tennessee you'll see (Georgia) Where Gladys Knights took the midnight train The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick Where 'Llac trucks sittin' on 26's Know where you're going, or you'll be lost Found on these plum trees in the south These choppers 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' with you We on the grind in (Georgia) All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia) We ain't playin' with you Now, I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirellis And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap Country as hell, they sum warriors Tote somethin' that spray same shape as Florida Lookin' for me boy, you'll find me Down in Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany (Georgia) Where they used to call us sum bamas An' now they jockin' the grammar Watch ya mouth unless you out for sum manner Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the waffle house in Atlanta R.I.P. Camouflage 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 For the 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 pick cotton here, that's why we call it the field I got a Chevrolet on 26s 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' with you We on the grind in (Georgia) All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia) We ain't playin' with you Georgia, Georgia Georgia, Georgia Georgia