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 â€~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 â€~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