A New Town Lyrics - Plumb - Field Music

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 

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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) 

Yea! Dirty words, dirty birds 

It's mean in this dirty South 

If you ever disrespect it 

Then we'll clean out your dirty mouth 

Bulldogs clockin' 

These lookout boys is hawkin' 

You gotta be brave in the state of 

(Georgia) 

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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 neck bones 

Black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens 

We the children of 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 this 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 you're going or you'll get lost 

Found in 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 Pirellis 

An' the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap 

Country as hell, dey some warriors 

Told some to spray somethin' the same shape as Florida 

Lookin' for me boy, ya find me 

Outta Dougherty County in a small city called Albany 

(Georgia) 

Where dey use to call us some 'bamas 

An' now dey jockin' da grammar 

Watch ya mouf unless you out fo' some manner 

Bunch of hustlaz run on every corner 

Like the Waffle House in Atlanta 

Or I be camouflaged out in Savannah 

(Georgia) 

Now you might come fo' vacation, leave on probation 

Home of the strip club, known fo' da thick girls 

Where da chicks put tips in da tip cup 

Of thick chick in a thong wit a big butt 

When it getting' up 

Won't be cheap when it on like peach tree 

Make a chick take it off like freaknik 

Down here in 

(Georgia) 

When you see dem confederate flags 

Ya know what it is 

Yo folks pick cotton here 

Dat's why we call it da 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