Georgia Lyrics - Light Poles And Pine Trees - Field Mob

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