Georgia (Remix)

[Intro: Killer Mike]

Welcome to Georgia

Home of James Brown...

Home of Ray Charles...

Home of Little Richard, home of Outkast, home of Goodie Mob, home of Camoflauge, home of me

One time for 'Jo goodie

[Chorus: Deacon]

The clay is runnin red rom the blood that done been shed down in Georgia

Now we weepin to the sound from the color of the ground down in Georgia

[Verse 1: Khujo Goodie]

Home of the red clay and the rebel flag

Now when you on your stripes with whips on your back

Now when you click your heels and say they say there's no place like home

But at the same time better protect your georgia dome

Could 'em good ol' boys still out there they General Lee's

Using DNA and bloodhounds just to find me

Don't think it's gravy bro, we still on the plantation

All the way up to Kentucky back down to Macon

Niggas with attitudes tired of the middle slavery

Like the red, white & blue finna come and save me

They still ain't paid us damn? give me my 40 acres

Money ain't no good it just some worthless piece of paper

Grindin through vapors, flushin through the backrows

This for my folks, on probation and parole

So guard your soul, dot your eyes, get on your P's & Q's

Cause in the cotton fields boy, you snooze, then you lose

[Chorus]

The clay is runnin red rom the blood that done been shed down in Georgia

Now we weepin to the sound from the color of the ground down in Georgia

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Hot damnit, Georgia summers hot like satan

Got me in the kitchen, no shirt, no apron

Purp black skin like waffle house bacon

Just whip the chevy tryin' to whip up a vacation

Old lady cousins on they way up from Macon

Got a couple college boys coming in from Atlas

Seems all my life I've been grinding and cappin

Cappin' and joogin, joogin and pluggin'

But when you think about it it is rather disgusting

I hail from the state where the dreamer dreamed a dream

40 years later, coca cola is king

And I'm not referring to a damn soft drink

Just a couple thoughts I had on the cook-up

Can't afford to dwell on 'em, can't get shook up

You scared, got to church, if you with it, then re-up

Cooked preachers with the dope, got em vote for the most in

[Outro: Deacon (Killer Mike)]

Georgia

The clay is runnin red From the blood that done been shed down in

Georgia

(You know what it is

GA, GA

Home of the brave)

Now we weepin to the sound From the color of the ground down in Georgia