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' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia)
We ain't playin' with you

Country name, country slang friends at the liquor store
Black cruisin', craps shootin', 50 on the ten-to-four
Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of (Georgia)
Yeah, dirty wars, dirty birds, it's mean in the dirty south
If you ever disrespect it, then we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldogs is clockin', these look out boys is hawkin'
You gotta be brave in the state of (Georgia)

I got five 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 smasha
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' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia)
We ain't playin' with you

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 M.I.A, but they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to 'Bama
Under the Carolina and Tennessee you'll see (Georgia)

Where Gladys Knights took the midnight train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King
Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where 'Llac trucks sittin' on 26's
Know where you're going, or you'll be lost
Found on these plum trees in the south
These choppers 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' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia)
We ain't playin' with you

Now, I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirellis
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, they sum warriors
Tote somethin' that spray same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me boy, you'll find me
Down in Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany (Georgia)

Where they used to call us sum bamas
An' now they jockin' the grammar
Watch ya mouth unless you out for sum manner
Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the waffle house in Atlanta
R.I.P. Camouflage 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
For the 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 pick cotton here, that's why we call it the field
I got a Chevrolet on 26s
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' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but (Georgia)
We ain't playin' with you

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia