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' 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 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 Georgia, Georgia Georgia