Georgia, Georgia
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Georgia, Georgia
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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Country Name
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Country Slang
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Fiens at the liquor store
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Lac Cruisin
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Crap Shootin
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50 on the 10 to 4
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Overcast the forecast
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Shows clouds fromt plenty dro
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And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia
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Dirty Words
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Dirty Birds
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Its mean in the dirty south
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If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth
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Bulldawgs is clockin
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These look out boys is hawkin
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You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia
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I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
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Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
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If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
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And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia
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We some ATL thrashers
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Scope your pumpkin and smasha
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We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
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Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
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Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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I'm from the home of the neck bones,
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black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
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We the children on the corn
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dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
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GA the peach state where we stay
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My small city's called Albany...Georgia
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Pecan country like catfish with grits
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Candy yams and chitlins
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Gram's homemade baked biscuits
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The land of classical Caprices
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and Impala super sports
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Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia
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I love the women out in LA
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And the shopping stores in New York
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The beaches in MIA
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But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay
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Look on your map, we right above Florida
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Next to Bama
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Under the Carolinas
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and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia
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Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
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The birthplace of Martin Luther King
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Where ass so plump and hips are thick
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Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
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Know where your going or your get lost
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Found on these plum trees in the south
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These choppas will tomahawk
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your top down here in...Georgia
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map,
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Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz
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an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap
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Country as hell, dey sum warriorz,
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told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida,
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Lookin for me boy, ya find me,
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outta Dougherty County in a small city
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call'd Albany...Georgia
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Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas,
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An now dey jockin da grammar
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Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar,
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Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna
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like the Waffle house in Atlanta
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Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia
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Now u might come foe vAcAchun,
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LeAve on probAchun
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Home of dA strip club,
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Known foe dA thyck gulz
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Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup,
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Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt
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When it gettin on,
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wont b cheap when it on like peachtree,
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MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik,
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down here in ...georgiA
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When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz,
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YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field
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I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz,
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Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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We on the grind in...Georgia
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All the time, It ain't
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Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
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We ain't playin witcha
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Georgia (With Field Mob)
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