Georgia
(专辑: Ludacris Presents: Disturbing tha Peace - 2005)
"Georgia" "Georgia!" "Georgia" "Georgia!" [Chorus x2: Ludacris] We on the
grind in ("Georgia!") All the
time.... It ain't nothing on my mind but ("Georgia") We ain't playing witcha [Ludacris] Country names, country slang, fiends at the
liquor sto' Black cruising, craps shooting, 50 on the
10 to 4
Overcast, the
forecast, shows clouds from plenty dro And we read 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 ya dirty mouth +Bulldogs+ clockin, these lookout boys is hawking You gotta be brave in the
state of ("Georgia") I
got five Georgia homes, where I
rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land, and I'll aim at ya +Georgia Dome+ If you get into an altercation, just hop on ya mobile phone And tell somebody you need HELP in the
middle of ("Georgia") We some +ATL Thrashers+, scope ya punk and then smash ya We'll come through ya 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") [Chorus x2: Shawn Jay] We on the
grind in ("Georgia!") All the
time.... It ain't nothing on my mind but ("Georgia") We ain't playing witcha [Shawn Jay] I'm from the
home of neckbones, black eyed peas, turnip, and collard greens We the
children of the
corn, dirter than Bob Marley's BP GA, the
Peach State, where we stay My small city is called Albany ("Georgia") (Hahaha) Pecan Country, like catfish wit' grits Candy yams and chitllins', Grandma's home made baked biscuits The
land of classical Caprices and Impalas, and super sports Indgredients in this Peach cobbler called ("Georgia") I
love the
women in LA and the
shopping stores in NEW YORK! The
beaches in M.I.A.; But ain't nothing like that GA, red clay Look on ya map, we right above Florida, Nex to 'Bama Under that Carolina to Tennesse, you'll see ("Georgia") Well Gladys Knight took the
"Midnight Train", The
birthplace of Martin Luter King With ass so plump, (?), With 'Llac trucks sitting on 26s Know where you going or you'll get lost, Found in these plumb trees in the
south Choppers'll tomahawk your top, down here in ("Georgia") [Chorus x2: Smoke] We on the
grind in ("Georgia!") All the
time.... It ain't nothing on my mind but ("Georgia") We ain't playing witcha [Smoke] Now I
was born in a
Bentley in the
bottom of the
map; with a
wet paint Chip chin on barettas, And chome on the
chevys, When I'm chopping in the
trap Konk his head on some (?), tote something spray something the
same shape as Florida; Looking for me boy You'll find me down in Dougherty County in a
small city called Albany ("Georgia") Where they used to call us some bammers, And now the
chocolate grammer; Watch your mouth unless you offer some manner But ya hustlers on ever corner like the
Waffle House in Atlanta R.I.P Camoflaudge out in Savannah ("Georgia") Now you might come from vacation, leave on probation, Home of the
stip club Known for the
thick girls, With the
chicks put tips in the
dip, girl Hundred thick chicks wit' the
thongs and the
big butts, Wanna get the
Wanna be cheap, (?) like Peactree Man she take it off like freak meat down here in ("Georgia") When you see them confederate flags, you know what is Yo folks picked cotton here, that's we call if the
field I
got a
Chevorlet sitting on twenty sixes; I'm from GA, GA ("Georgia") [Chorus x2: Field Mob & Ludacris] We on the
grind in ("Georgia!") All the
time.... It ain't nothing on my mind but ("Georgia") We ain't playing witcha "Georgia" "Georgia!" "Georgia" "Georgia!" "Georgia!!!"