Lyrics:

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

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Field Mob Jamie Foxx
We on the grind in... Georgia
All the time, It ain't
Nothin on my mind but... Georgia
We ain't playin witcha

Ludacris
Country Name
Country Slang
Fiens at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin
Crap Shootin
50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast
Shows clouds fromt plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of... Georgia (Yeah)
Dirty Words
Dirty Birds
It's mean in the dirty south
If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldawgs is clockin
These look out boys is honkin
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 smasha
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of... Georgia

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Field Mob
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 LA
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 Tennesse 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

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Field Mob
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 sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida
Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany... Georgia
Where dey use to call us sum bamas
An now dey jockin da grammar
Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar
Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta
Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah... Georgia
Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation
home of da strip club, known foe da thick gulz
where da chicks put tips in da tip cup
of thick chick in a thong wit a big butt
when it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like Peachtree
make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in... Georgia
when u see dem confederate flags, ya know wut it iz,
ya folkz pick cotton here, datz y we call it da field
I got a Chevrolet on 26'zzz,
I'm frum GA... GA... Georgia

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