Georgia Lyrics

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, 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' wit' 'cha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' wit' 'cha

Country name, country slang
Fiens 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 the dirty south
If you ever disrespect it
Then 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 a
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' wit' 'cha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' wit' 'cha

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 MIA
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay

Look on your map, we right above Florida next to Bama
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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 chop pas 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' wit' 'cha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' wit' 'cha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' wit' 'cha

Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
An the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, dey sum warriors, told sum to spray
Sum than 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 sum bamas
An now dey jockin' da grammar

Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar
Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna
Like the Waffle house in Atlanta
R.I.P Camouflage out in Savannah Georgia

Now you might come foe vacation
Leave on probation home of da strip club
Known foe da thick gulz where da chickz put tipz in da tip cup
Of thy CK chick in a thong wit' a big butt
When it gettin' on, won't b cheap when it on like Peachtree
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in Georgia

When you see dem confederate flagz ya know wit' it is
Ya folkz pick cotton here datz why we call it da field
I got a Chevrolet on 26'zzz, I'm frum 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' wit' 'cha

We on the grind in Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but Georgia
We ain't playin' wit' 'cha

Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia