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' witcha      We on the grind in, Georgia   All the time, it ain't   Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia   We ain't playin' witcha      Country name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store   Lac Cruisin', crap Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4   Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro   And we ready for war in the state of, Georgia      Dirty words, dirty Birds, it's mean in this dirty south   You ever disrespect it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.   Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out boys is hawkin'   You gotta be brave in the state of, Georgia      I got 5 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 Tech 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' witcha      We on the grind in, Georgia   All the time, it ain't   Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia   We ain't playin' witcha      I'm from the home of the neck bones   Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens   We the children on 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   Candy yams and chitlins, gram's homemade baked biscuits   The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports   Ingredients in the peach cobbler called, Georgia      I love the women out in L.A.   And the shopping stores in New York   The beaches in MIA   But they 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 Knights and the Midnight Train   The birthplace of Martin Luther King      Where ass so plump and hips are thick   Where Lac trucks sit on 26's   Know where your going or your get lost   Found on these plum trees in the south   These choppas will tomahawk your 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' witcha      We on the grind in, Georgia   All the time, it ain't   Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia   We ain't playin' witcha      Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map   Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirelliz   And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap   Country as hell, they some warriors      Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida,   Lookin' for me boy, ya find me   Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia   Where they use to call us some bamas      And now they jockin' the grammar   Watch yo mouth unless you out for some manner   Bunch of hustlers run 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 chicks put tips in the tip cup   Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt      When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on 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 why we call it, "The Field"   I got a Chevrolet on 26's, 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' witcha      We on the grind in, Georgia   All the time, it ain't   Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia   We ain't playin' witcha      Georgia, Georgia   Georgia, Georgia   Georgia