Georgia Chords by Ludacris, Field Mob, Jamie Foxx

[Ab] _ Georgia, [C] _ _ [Ab] Georgia, _ _ Georgia, [C] _ [Em] _ [C] Georgia
[Ab]
We on it grindin' Georgia All [C] the time it ain't
Nothin' on my mind but [Ab] Georgia We ain't playin' with ya
We on it grindin' Georgia All [E] the time it [C] ain't
Nothin' on my mind but [Ab] Georgia We [G] ain't playin' with ya
[Gm] Country name, country slang Fiends at the liquor store
Lack crew, then crap shootin' 50 on the 10 or 4
Overcast, the forecast shows cloud from plenty trough
And we ready for war in the state [Gb] of Georgia
[Gm]
Dirty words, dirty birds It's mean in this dirty south
Ever disrespected and we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldogs clockin', look how boys is hawkin'
You gotta be [G] brave in the state of Georgia
[Gm] I got five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you gettin' an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need [G] help in the middle [Gb] of Georgia
[Gm] 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 check in the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Ab]
We on it grindin' Georgia All the [Eb] time it [Em] ain't
Nothin' on my [C] mind but Georgia We [Ab] ain't playin' with ya
We on it grindin' Georgia All [Eb] the time it [C] ain't
Nothin' on my mind but [Fm] Georgia We [Gm] ain't playin' with ya
I'm from the home of Nick Bone, Black Eyed Peas, Turnip and Collard Greensweets
The children of the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's teepees
T.A. the peeps say where we stay My small city's [Bm] called Albany [Gb] Georgia
[Gm]
Pecan country like that fish with rich candy yams
And chickens, grams homemade baked in tents
The land of taxidermy, 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 are M.I.A. but they ain't nothin' like that G.A.
Red clay, zirconia mountain, the right of all Florida
Next to Belmont, under the Carolinas in Tennessee, you'll see Georgia
We're glad it's night to the midnight train, the birthplace of Martin Luther King
We're ass so plump and hip, so thick, we're like trucks sittin' on 26's
Know where you're goin' or you'll be lost, found in these plum trees in the south
Shoppers on the top down here in [Bb] Georgia
[Ab]
We on the grind in Georgia, all the [C] time in the day
Nothin' on my mind but [Ab] Georgia, we playin' with you
We on the grind in Georgia, all the [E] time in the day
[C] Nothin' on my mind but [Fm] Georgia, we [Gm] playin' with you
Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map
With a wet pink jit on paredes and a grom on the shank
And when I'm trappin' in the trap, country's in it
I'm a Mason warrior, totes on the spray, stayin' shaped as Florida
Nigga, boy, me boy, you find me
Out the door, the cat is small, see the cow, the village home Georgia
Well, they used to call us the mamas, the nanny, Doc, and the grandma
Watch your mouth, let's see how it's a matter
Bunch of hustlers runnin' on every corner like the Wapahas in Atlanta
R.I.P. Amaflaya and Savannah Georgia
Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation
Home of the strip club, home for the thick club
With a trick for tips in the tip club
With a thick chick in the dome with a big butt
Wanna get love, wanna be cheap, love money like Peace Creek
Make a chick take it off like Britney, Diane Georgia
When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks pick cotton here, that's why we call it the field
I got a Chevrolet on 26'6, I'm from G [C].A.
[Bb] Georgia
[Ab]
We on the grind in Georgia, all the [Gm] time in [E] _ [Ab] Georgia
We in the clan, we're good
We on the grind in Georgia, all the [Eb] time in [E] Georgia
[Ab] We in the clan, we're good
Georgia
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