Georgia (Album Version|Edited)
Ludacris, Field Mob, Jamie Foxx"Georgia (Album Version|Edited)" adalah lagu oleh Ludacris, Field Mob, Jamie Foxx, 2005, Pop. Durasi lagu 4:18, 90 lines / 724 words.
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0:00Ludacris And Field Mob-Georgia - Field Mob
0:02Georgia Georgia
0:09Georgia Georgia
0:14We on the grind in Georgia
0:17All the time
0:17It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
0:20We ain't playin' witcha
0:21We on the grind in Georgia
0:24All the time
0:24It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
0:27We ain't playin' witcha
0:28Country names country slang fiends at the liquor sto'
0:32Black cruisin' craps shootin' 50 on the 10 to 4
0:36Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro
0:39And we read for war in the state of Georgia
0:42Yeah dirty words dirty birds it's mean in the dirty south
0:46If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out ya dirty mouth
0:50Bulldogs clocking these lookout boys is hawkin'
0:53You gotta be brave in the state of Georgia
0:57I got five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
1:00Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at ya Georgia dome
1:04If you get into an altercation just hop on ya mobile phone
1:07And tell somebody you need help in the middle of Georgia
1:11We some ATL Thrashers scope ya punk and then smash ya
1:15We'll come through ya hood worse than a tsunami disaster
1:19Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
1:22That's why I keep my Georgia tech in the state of Georgia
1:26We on the grind in Georgia
1:28All the time
1:29It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
1:32We ain't playin' witcha
1:33We on the grind in Georgia
1:35All the time
1:36It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
1:39We ain't playin' witcha
1:40I'm from the home of neckbones black eyed peas turnip and collard greens
1:44We the children of the corn dirter than Bob Marley's PeePee
1:48GA the peach state where we stay
1:50My small city is called Albany Georgia
1:54Ha ha ha pecan country like catfish wit' grits
1:58Candy yams and chitllins' grandma's home made baked biscuits
2:01The land of classical caprices and impalas and super sports
2:05Indgredients in this peach cobbler called Georgia
2:08I love the women now in LA and the shoppin' stores in New York
2:12The beaches in M I A but ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
2:16Look on ya map we right above Florida nex to 'Bama
2:19Under that Carolina to Tennesse you'll see Georgia
2:22Where Gladys Knight took the midnight train the birthplace of Martin Luther King
2:26With a** so plump lips so thick with 'llac trucks sittin' on 26s
2:30Know where you goin'
2:31Or you'll get lost found in these plumb trees in the south
2:33Choppers'll tomahawk your top down here in Georgia
2:37Ha ha ha
2:37We on the grind in Georgia
2:40All the time
2:40It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
2:43We ain't playin' witcha
2:45We on the grind in Georgia
2:47All the time
2:48It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
2:51We ain't playin' witcha
2:52Now I was born in the
2:52Bany on the bottom of the map with a wet paint
2:54Chip chin on barettas and chome on the chevys when I'm choppin' in the trap
2:57Country as hell they some warriors tote somethin' spray somethin'
2:59The same shape as Florida lookin' for me boy
3:02You'll find me down in Dougherty County in a small city called Albany Georgia
3:05Where they used to call us some bammers and now they
3:08Jock the grammar watch your mouth unless you offer some manner
3:12But ya hustlers on ever corner like the waffle house in Atlanta
3:16R I P Camoflaudge out in Savannah Georgia
3:20Now you might come from vacation leave on probation home of the strip club
3:23Known for the thick girls with the chicks put tips in the tip cup
3:26Hundred thick chicks wit' the thongs and the big butts wanna get the
3:28Wanna be cheap long money like Peactree
3:31Man she take it off like Freaknik down here in Georgia
3:34When you see them confederate flags you know what is
3:37Yo folks picked cotton here that's we call if the field
3:41I got a Chevorlet sittin' on twenty sixes I'm from GA GA Georgia
3:49We on the grind in Georgia
3:51All the time
3:52It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
3:55We ain't playin' witcha
3:56We on the grind in Georgia
3:58All the time
3:59It ain't nothin' on my mind but Georgia
4:02We ain't playin' witcha
4:05Georgia Georgia
4:12Georgia Georgia
4:18Georgia
Ludacris And Field Mob-Georgia - 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 names country slang fiends at the liquor sto' Black cruisin' craps shootin' 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 clocking these lookout boys is hawkin' 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 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 neckbones black eyed peas turnip and collard greens We the children of the corn dirter than Bob Marley's PeePee GA the peach state where we stay My small city is called Albany Georgia Ha ha ha 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 now in LA and the shoppin' stores in New York The beaches in M I A but ain't nothin' 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 Where Gladys Knight took the midnight train the birthplace of Martin Luther King With a** so plump lips so thick with 'llac trucks sittin' on 26s Know where you goin' Or you'll get lost found in these plumb trees in the south Choppers'll tomahawk your top down here in Georgia Ha ha ha 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 Bany on the bottom of the map with a wet paint Chip chin on barettas and chome on the chevys when I'm choppin' in the trap Country as hell they some warriors tote somethin' spray somethin' The same shape as Florida lookin' 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 they Jock the grammar 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 strip club Known for the thick girls with the chicks put tips in the tip cup Hundred thick chicks wit' the thongs and the big butts wanna get the Wanna be cheap long money like Peactree Man she take it off like Freaknik 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 sittin' on twenty sixes 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
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