Georgia (feat. Field Mob & Jamie Foxx)

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 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 name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store
Lac cruisin', crap shootin', fifty on the ten to four
Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty blow
And we ready for war in the state of Georgia, yeah
Dirty words, dirty birds, it's mean in this Dirty South
You ever disrespect it, then we'll clean out yo 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 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 ya 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 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 turn up in 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
Candied yams and chitlins, grandma'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 shoppin' stores in New York
The beaches are M-I-A but ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to 'Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see Georgia
Where Gladys Knight took a midnight train
The birthplace of Martin Luther Cain
Where ass so plump it hits first dick
Where a Lac truck sit on twenty-sixes
Know where you're goin' or you'll be lost
Found in these palm trees in the South
These choppers'll tomahawk yo 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 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 of the bottom of the map
Where the wet paint drip, tear down Berettas
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap
Country as headaches from warriors
Totes under sprays, same shape as Florida
Lookin' for me, boy, you'll find me
Down in Dougherty County, small city called Albany, Georgia
Where they used to call us some '
Bamas and now they jockin' the grammar
Watch your mouth 'less you out for some manner
Bunch of hustlers, one on every corner
Like the Waffle House in Atlanta
R.I.P. 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, blowin' money 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 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

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia