Georgia (feat. Jamie Foxx) [Explicit]

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(Georgia)

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

Country name, country slang

Fiends at the liquor store

'Lac cruisin', crap shootin'

Fifty on the ten and 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 this Dirty South

You ever disrespect it

Then we'll clean out your dirty mouth

Bulldogs 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 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 nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

I'm from the home of neck-bone

Black eyed peas

Turnips and collard greens

We the children of the corn

Dirtier than Bob Marley's peepee

GA, the peach state

Where we stay

My small city's called Albany (Georgia)

Pecan country, like

Catfish with grits

Candy yams and chitlins

Grandma's homemade baked biscuits

The land of classical Caprices and Impala Super Sports

Ingredients in this peach cobbler called Georgia (Georgia)

I love the women out in LA

In the shopping stores in New York

The beaches in M.I.A.

But they ain't nothing like that GA red clay

Look on your map

We're right above Florida

Next to 'Bama

Under that Carolina to Tennessee you'll see (Georgia)

Where Gladys Knight took the Midnight Train

The birthplace of Martin Luther King

Where ass so plump and the hips are thick

Where 'Lac trucks sit on 26s

Know where you're going or you'll be lost

Found in these plumb trees in the South

These choppers'll tomahawk your top down here in (Georgia)

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing 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 ch-chill on Pirellis

And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm chopping in the trap

Country as hell, they some warriors

Tote somethin' that spray, same shape as Florida

Looking for me, boy, you'll find me

Down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia (Georgia)

Where they use to call us some 'Bamas and now they jocking the grammar

Watch your mouth 'less you offer some manner

But your hustlers wanna to know 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 tricks put tips in the tip cup

But a thick chick in the thong with a big butt wanna get love

Won't be cheap, long money like peach tree

Man, she take it off like Freaknik down 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 26s

I'm from GA, GA (Georgia)

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

We on the grind in (Georgia)

All the time it ain't nothing on my mind but (Georgia)

We ain't playin' with you

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