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', crap 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) Yea! Dirty words, dirty birds It's mean in this dirty South If you ever disrespect it Then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldogs clockin' These lookout 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 neck bones Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children of 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 this 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 you're going or you'll get lost Found in 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 Pirellis An' the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap Country as hell, dey some warriors Told some to spray somethin' the same shape as Florida Lookin' for me boy, ya find me Outta Dougherty County in a small city called Albany (Georgia) Where dey use to call us some 'bamas An' now dey jockin' da grammar Watch ya mouf unless you out fo' some manner Bunch of hustlaz run on every corner Like the Waffle House in Atlanta Or I be camouflaged out in Savannah (Georgia) Now you might come fo' vacation, leave on probation Home of the strip club, known fo' da thick girls Where da chicks put tips in da tip cup Of thick chick in a thong wit a big butt When it getting' up Won't be cheap when it on like peach tree Make a chick take it off like freaknik Down here in (Georgia) When you see dem confederate flags Ya know what it is Yo folks pick cotton here Dat's why we call it da 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 Georgia, Georgia