Lyrics:
know, things like that
Budweiser if ya money's low.
But we gonna have a good time, man
we comin from a small town.
Bowling Green, Kentucky
Milledgeville,
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch
My Glock came from Smyrna, Georgia (bang, bang, bang)
My AR-15 from California (bang, bang,
the USA
Hear that engine knockin'?
We've both seen better days
I'm takin' my sweet time
Day dreamin' [ ? ]
This summer down in Georgia
Girl I'll see you
Headed north up 75 in a December Georgia rain
That'll cut right through ya'
I stopped off for a can of snuff and a cup of coffee
Outside
I took a little piece of Georgia over
Decided to expand the borders of Russia
I like to eat a bowl of borscht, cholodnik
Wave to my people from
I love walking down a road
Made of red Georgia clay
I love the view of a snow white peak
On a clear Colorado day
I love swimming underneath the moon
the USA
To hear what the people sing
(Goin' down to Georgia, Memphis, etc.)
colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the U.S.A.
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas,
I get my weed from Cali, I get my drank from Texas
My baby mama from Georgia, that child support like extortion
St. Louis fuck with me hard, I know
AMERICAN WAY
We were born in the USA
Home grown and American made
Bleeding red white and blue every single day
Yeah, that’s the American way
We go
trap baby
port
arthur
houston
texas
atlanta
georgia
memphis
tennessee
usa
you know what i mean
hiphop
we are rap stars
rap stars
rap stars
rap stars
Cargo desperation always pays its dues
From Wexford county across the bay to Savannah Georgia USA
New York City is far away, We're headed for
to the Georgia clay
Oh my my, said, oh my my
Drinkin' sweet tea every day
Oh my my, said, oh my my
Diggin' deep is the southern way
Honey, I'm home
I am so glad
just across the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night
Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand
Why
it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos
Of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia, a lil' spot where
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil' discotheque
Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil'
nothing like that feelin'
When the band starts to play
Yeah, there's something about that music down in Dixie USA
Just give me those stars and bars
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil' discotheque
Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil'
called "The Dangerous Crew"
I used to be local till I signed with Jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound
I
sound
Oh, but I'm comin' back, I will return
Now woman, you wait for me
I'm bound to travel the USA
From the desert unto the sea
I've got another song
me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they hidin' down in Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell
across the Georgia line
Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night
Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand
Why the young
Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
Livin' life the cowboy way
Or down
almost getting knicked
Run up in my momma's crib
Hand full of contraband thinking I was so slick
Send me to the USA boy you better know this
Look up
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