Chords for Ludacris, Field Mob - Georgia (Official Music Video) ft. Jamie Foxx

[Ab] _ _ _ [C] _ [E] Georgia, [Ab] Georgia, _ _ Georgia, [C] _ [E] _ _ [Ab] Georgia
We on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time it ain't, nothing on my mind but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with you
We on it grinding, Georgia, all [Eb] the time it [C] ain't, nothing on my mind but [Ab] Georgia, we [Gm] ain't playing with you
Country names, country slang, beans at the liquor store
Black crews and crap shooting, 50 on the 10 of 4
Overcast, the forecast shows clouds from plenty
And we ready for [G] war in the state of Georgia
[Gm] Yeah, dirty words, dirty birds, it's mean in this dirty south
Ever disrespected, and we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldogs clocking, look how boys is hawking
You gotta be [Ab] brave in the state [Gm] of Georgia
I got five [G] Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
[Gm] Come anywhere on my land and I'll f*** with your Georgia dome
If you getting an altercation, just hop on your mobile phone and tell somebody you need help
In the middle [Gb] of Georgia, [Gm] we some ATL [G] thrashers
Scope your pumpkin and smash ya
[Gm] We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami [G] disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
That's why [Gm] I keep my Georgia f***ing the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Ab]
We on the grind, all the [Eb] time, it [C] ain't nothing on my mind but [Ab] Georgia
We ain't playing with them
We on the grind, all the [Eb] time, it [C] ain't nothing on my mind but [Fm] Georgia
[Gm] I'm from the home of Nick Bone, Black Eyed Peas, turn up in Collard Greens
The surgeon of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's teepee
The peach state, where we stay, my small city's called Albany
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We can country like catfish with grits, candy, yams and chitlins
Grams homemade baked in pits, the land of fast, the corn from Precys
And them parlors, super sports ingredients, and this beach, Cobbler Park, Georgia
I love the women out in L.A. and the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.A., but they ain't nothing like that G.A.
Red clay, the Coney Mountain, the right of all Florida
Next to Belmont, on the neck, Carolinas and Tennessee, you'll see
[Gbm] [Gm] We're gladdened tonight to the midnight train, the birthplace of Martin Luther King
We're ass so plump and the hips so thick, we're like trucks sitting on 26's
Know where you're going or you'll be [G] lost, found in these slums, he's in the south
Chopper's a bomber, off your top down here in Georgia
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We on the grind in Georgia, all the [Eb] time, it [Em] ain't nothing on my [C] mind but Georgia
We ain't [Ab] playing with you
We on the grind in Georgia, all the [Eb] time, it [C] ain't nothing on my mind but Georgia
We ain't [G] playing with you
I was [Gm] born in the building at the bottom of the map, where the wet paint get dead on
But really, good as rum on the shavings when I'm trapping in the trap
Country's in, hate some warriors, but I'm the man who makes this Florida
Nigga, fool me, boy, you'll find me, out of Georgia, Taddy's mom, Kitty, Kyle, Dove, and the Joe's
Where they used to call us Mama, Sonata, Doc, and the Grandma
Watch your mouth, unless you out for some manna
Bunch of hustlers, one on every cone, I like to wipe my eyes in Atlanta
R.I.P. Camouflage, [G] I is for Vandal
Now you might [Gm] come for vacation, leave on probation
Home of the strip club, known for the thick gun
Where the tricks put tips in the dip club
Want a thick chick in the thong with a big butt
Wanna get love, won't be cheap
No money like these streets, make them chicks kick it off like Freak Me, Diane
When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
Your folks be cotton here, that's why we call it the field
I got a Chevrolet on 26, see it's coming from G.A.
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