"Georgia" "Georgia!"
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"Georgia" "Georgia!"
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[Chorus x2: Ludacris]
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We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
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All the time....
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It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
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We ain't playin' witcha
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[Ludacris]
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Country names, country slang, fiends at the liquor sto'
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Black cruisin', craps shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4
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Overcast, the forecast, shows clouds from plenty dro
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And we read for war in the state of ("Georgia")
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YEAH! Dirty words, dirty birds, it's MEAN in the Dirty South
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If you ever disrespect it, then we'll CLEAN out ya dirty mouth
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+Bulldogs+ clockin, these lookout boys is hawkin'
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You gotta be brave in the state of ("Georgia")
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I got five Georgia homes, where I rest my Georgia bones
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Come anywhere on my land, and I'll aim at ya +Georgia Dome+
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If you get into an altercation, just hop on ya 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+, scope ya punk and then smash ya
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We'll come through ya 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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That's why I keep my +Georgia Tech+ in the state of ("Georgia")
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[Chorus x2: Shawn Jay]
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We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
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All the time....
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It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
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We ain't playin' witcha
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[Shawn Jay]
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I'm from the home of neckbones, black eyed peas, turnip, and collard greens
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We the children of the corn, dirter than Bob Marley's BP
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GA, the Peach State, where we stay
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My small city is called Albany ("Georgia")
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(Hahaha) Pecan Country, like catfish wit' grits
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Candy yams and chitllins', Grandma's home made baked biscuits
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The land of classical Caprices and Impalas, and super sports
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Indgredients in this Peach cobbler called ("Georgia")
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I love the women in LA and the shoppin' stores in NEW YORK!
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The beaches in M.I.A.; But ain't nothin' like that GA, red clay
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Look on ya map, we right above Florida, Nex to 'Bama
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Under that Carolina to Tennesse, you'll see ("Georgia")
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Well Gladys Knight took the "Midnight Train", The birthplace of Martin Luter King
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With ass so plump, (?), With 'Llac trucks sittin' on 26s
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Know where you goin' or you'll get lost, Found in these plumb trees in the south
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Choppers'll tomahawk your top, down here in ("Georgia")
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[Chorus x2: Smoke]
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We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
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All the time....
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It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
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We ain't playin' witcha
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[Smoke]
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Now I was born in a Bentley in the bottom of the map; with a wet paint
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Chip chin on barettas, And chome on the chevys, When I'm choppin' in the trap
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Konk his head on some (?), tote somethin' spray somethin'
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the same shape as Florida; Lookin' for me boy
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You'll find me down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany ("Georgia")
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Where they used to call us some bammers, And now the
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chocolate grammer; Watch your mouth unless you offer some manner
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But ya hustlers on ever corner like the Waffle House in Atlanta
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R.I.P Camoflaudge out in Savannah ("Georgia")
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Now you might come from vacation, leave on probation, Home of the stip club
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Known for the thick girls, With the chicks put tips in the dip, girl
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Hundred thick chicks wit' the thongs and the big butts, Wanna get the
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Wanna be cheap, (?) like Peactree
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Man she take it off like freak meat down here in ("Georgia")
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When you see them confederate flags, you know what is
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Yo folks picked cotton here, that's we call if the field
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I got a Chevorlet sittin' on twenty - sixes; I'm from GA, GA ("Georgia")
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[Chorus x2: Field Mob & Ludacris]
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We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
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All the time....
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It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
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We ain't playin' witcha
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"Georgia" "Georgia!"
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"Georgia" "Georgia!"
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"Georgia!!!"
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Georgia
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