I'm from the home of the neck bones
Watch yo mouth unless you out for some manner
And the shopping stores in New York
My small city's called Albany, Georgia
We on the grind in, Georgia
R.I.P camoflauge out in Savannah, Georgia
Bulldawgs is clockin' these look out boys is hawkin'
We on the grind in, Georgia
Where the wet paint drip jelly on Pirelliz
We ain't playin' witcha
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
We on the grind in, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha
Bunch of hustlers run on every corner like the Waffle house in Atlanta
Country as hell, they some warriors
You gotta be brave in the state of, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
All the time, it ain't
Out of Dougherty County in a small city called Albany, Georgia
We on the grind in, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation
And tell somebody you need help in the middle of, Georgia
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
Home of the strip club, known for the thick girls
Found on these plum trees in the south
The birthplace of Martin Luther King
All the time, it ain't
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
We ain't playin' witcha
Lookin' for me boy, ya find me
All the time, it ain't
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in, Georgia
Candy yams and chitlins, gram's homemade baked biscuits
We ain't playin' witcha
Lac Cruisin', crap Shootin', 50 on the 10 to 4
I got a Chevrolet on 26's, I'm from GA, GA, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha
Where they use to call us some bamas
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
Pecan country like catfish with grits
Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt
When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
GA, the peach state, where we stay
The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Country name, country slang, fiends at the liquor store
We some ATL thrashers, scope your pumpkin and smash ya
The beaches in MIA
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in, Georgia
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
When it gettin' on, won't be cheap when it on like Peachtree
Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field"
We on the grind in, Georgia
Under the Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see, Georgia
All the time, it ain't
Overcast the forecast shows clouds from plenty dro
Georgia, Georgia
We on the grind in, Georgia
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
You ever disrespect it, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth.
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
We on the grind in, Georgia
And the chrome on the Chevy when I'm choppin' in the trap
Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
We ain't playin' witcha
We ain't playin' witcha
Where ass so plump and hips are thick
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
We ain't playin' witcha
Look on your map, we right above Florida, next to Bama
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called, Georgia
We on the grind in, Georgia
Told some to spray something the same shape as Florida,
That's why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of, Georgia
I love the women out in L.A.
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
Nothin' on my mind but, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Dirty words, dirty Birds, it's mean in this dirty south
And we ready for war in the state of, Georgia
Where the chicks put tips in the tip cup
And now they jockin' the grammar
Know where your going or your get lost
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
All the time, it ain't
