Ludacris, Field Mob, Jamie Foxx - Georgia lyrics

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We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya
We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya

Country names, country slang
Fiends at the liquor sto'
Black cruisin', craps shootin'
Fifty 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 words, dirty birds
It's mean in the Dirty South
If you ever disrespect it
Then we'll clean out ya dirty mouth
Bulldogs clockin'


These lookout 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 ya Georgia dome
If you get into an altercation
Just hop on ya mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help
In the middle of (Georgia)
We some ATL thrashers
Scope ya punk and then smash ya
We'll come through ya 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
TEC 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 ya
We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya

I'm from the home of neckbones
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)
Hahaha, pecan country like
Catfish with grit's candy yams and chitlins
Grandma's homemade baked biscuit's
The land of classical Caprices and
Impalas and Super Sports
Ingredients in this peach
Cobbler called Georgia (Georgia! Hahaha)
I love the women out in LA and
The shoppin' stores in New York
The beaches in MIA but ain't nothin'
Like that GA red clay
Look on ya map, we right above Florida
Next to 'Bama
Under that Carolina to Tennessee, you'll see
(Georgia! Hahaha)
Where Gladys Knight took the midnight train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King
Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where 'Llac trucks sittin' on twenty-sixes
Know where you goin' or you'll be lost
Found in these plumb trees in the South
These choppers'll tomahawk your top
Down here in (Georgia)
Hahaha
We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya
We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya

Now I was born in the belly
On the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirellis
And the chrome on the Chevys when
I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as hell, they some 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
Called Albany, Georgia (Georgia)
Where they used to call us some bamas
And now they jockin the grammar
Watch your mouth 'less you
Out for some manner
But ya hustlers wasn't on every corner
Like the Waffle House in Atlanta
RIP 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 tricks put tips in the tip cup
For the thick chick in the
Thong with the big butt
Wanna get love? Won't be cheap
Long money like Peachtree
Man, she take it off like
Freaknik down here in (Georgia)
When you see them confederate flags
You know what is
Yo' folks picked cotton here
That's why we call it the field
I got a Chevrolet on twenty-sixes
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 ya
We on the grind in (Georgia) all the time
It ain't nothin' on my mind but
(Georgia) we ain't playin' with ya

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Georgia!