Chords for Ludacris - Georgia - Ft. Field Mob - ATL Soundtrack.wmv
Tempo:
67.05 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Gm
G
C
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab] [C] Georgia, [Ab] Georgia, Georgia, [C] [Ab] Georgia
We on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my [Ab] mind but Georgia
We playing with ya, we on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my mind but [Fm] Georgia
We [Gm] playing with ya, country names, country slang, beans at the liquor store
Black cruising, crap shooting, 50 on the 10 or 4
Overcast, the forecast shows clouds from plenty drove
And we ready for [G] war in the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Gm] 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 [G] brave in the state of Georgia
[Gm] Five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you getting an altercation, just hop on your mobile phone and tell somebody you need help
[G] In the middle of Georgia, [Gm] we some ACL 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 the robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia [G] check in the state of Georgia
[Ab] We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Eb] time, it ain't [E] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya
We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Cm] time, it ain't [C] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't [Gm] playing with ya
I'm from the home of Nick Bone, black-eyed peas, turn up in Collard Green
The children of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's P.T.
G-A, the Peach State, where we stay, my small city's [G] called Albany [Gbm] Georgia
[Gm] Pecan country like that fish with grits
Candy hams and chitlins, grams homemade
Baked fish, dished, Atlanta classic, pork, caprices, and Impala super sports
Ingredients in this peach [G] cobbler called [E] Georgia
[Gm] I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I. [G].A., but they ain't nothing like that G.A. [Gm] Red clay, look on your mouth, we right up off the floor The next to Belmont, under the Carolinas [G] in Tennessee, you'll see [Gm] We're Glennis Knight to the Midnight Train, the birth of Martin Luther King We're ass so plump and the hips are thick, we're like trucks sitting on 26's Know where you're going or you'll be lost, found in these swampies in the South These top of the tomahawks, your [G] top down here in Georgia [Ab] We only grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, baby Nothing on my mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya We only grinding, Georgia, all the [Cm] time, baby [C] Nothing on my [E] mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't [G] playing with ya I was [Gm] born in the building at the bottom of the map, [G] with the wet paint Dead on paredes and the [Gm] grime on the Chevy when I'm chopping in the trap Country's here, [Gm] they some warriors, totes on the spray, saying, shake this Florida Nigga, boy, me boy, you're climbing, out the door, the kindest smiles to the cow, that I really don't Georgia, where they used to call us, Samana, Sonata, Doc and the Grandma Watch your mouth, bless your eye for Samana Bunch of hustlers, one on every corner, like the Wappa House in Atlanta R.I.P. camouflage, [G] I in Savannah [Gm] Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation Home of the strip club, known for the thick love Where the tricks put clips in the tip club Where the thick chick in the car with the big butt Wanna get love, won't be cheap, don't want it like Peace Creek Make a chick drink it off like freak, [G] we dying [Gm] 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 down for G.A. [Ab] We on it Friday, all the [Eb] time, ain't [Em] nothing on my [Dbm] mind But [Ab] we ain't playing with you We on it Friday, all the [Cm] time, ain't [C] nothing on [Ab] my mind But we ain't playing with you Georgia, [Cm] [C] [Ab] Georgia, Georgia, [C] [Ab] Georgia, [G] Georgia [N]
We on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my [Ab] mind but Georgia
We playing with ya, we on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my mind but [Fm] Georgia
We [Gm] playing with ya, country names, country slang, beans at the liquor store
Black cruising, crap shooting, 50 on the 10 or 4
Overcast, the forecast shows clouds from plenty drove
And we ready for [G] war in the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Gm] 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 [G] brave in the state of Georgia
[Gm] Five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you getting an altercation, just hop on your mobile phone and tell somebody you need help
[G] In the middle of Georgia, [Gm] we some ACL 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 the robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia [G] check in the state of Georgia
[Ab] We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Eb] time, it ain't [E] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya
We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Cm] time, it ain't [C] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't [Gm] playing with ya
I'm from the home of Nick Bone, black-eyed peas, turn up in Collard Green
The children of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's P.T.
G-A, the Peach State, where we stay, my small city's [G] called Albany [Gbm] Georgia
[Gm] Pecan country like that fish with grits
Candy hams and chitlins, grams homemade
Baked fish, dished, Atlanta classic, pork, caprices, and Impala super sports
Ingredients in this peach [G] cobbler called [E] Georgia
[Gm] I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I. [G].A., but they ain't nothing like that G.A. [Gm] Red clay, look on your mouth, we right up off the floor The next to Belmont, under the Carolinas [G] in Tennessee, you'll see [Gm] We're Glennis Knight to the Midnight Train, the birth of Martin Luther King We're ass so plump and the hips are thick, we're like trucks sitting on 26's Know where you're going or you'll be lost, found in these swampies in the South These top of the tomahawks, your [G] top down here in Georgia [Ab] We only grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, baby Nothing on my mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya We only grinding, Georgia, all the [Cm] time, baby [C] Nothing on my [E] mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't [G] playing with ya I was [Gm] born in the building at the bottom of the map, [G] with the wet paint Dead on paredes and the [Gm] grime on the Chevy when I'm chopping in the trap Country's here, [Gm] they some warriors, totes on the spray, saying, shake this Florida Nigga, boy, me boy, you're climbing, out the door, the kindest smiles to the cow, that I really don't Georgia, where they used to call us, Samana, Sonata, Doc and the Grandma Watch your mouth, bless your eye for Samana Bunch of hustlers, one on every corner, like the Wappa House in Atlanta R.I.P. camouflage, [G] I in Savannah [Gm] Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation Home of the strip club, known for the thick love Where the tricks put clips in the tip club Where the thick chick in the car with the big butt Wanna get love, won't be cheap, don't want it like Peace Creek Make a chick drink it off like freak, [G] we dying [Gm] 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 down for G.A. [Ab] We on it Friday, all the [Eb] time, ain't [Em] nothing on my [Dbm] mind But [Ab] we ain't playing with you We on it Friday, all the [Cm] time, ain't [C] nothing on [Ab] my mind But we ain't playing with you Georgia, [Cm] [C] [Ab] Georgia, Georgia, [C] [Ab] Georgia, [G] Georgia [N]
Key:
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[Ab] _ _ _ _ [C] _ Georgia, [Ab] Georgia, _ Georgia, _ [C] _ _ [Ab] Georgia
We on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my [Ab] mind but Georgia
We playing with ya, we on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my mind but [Fm] Georgia
We [Gm] playing with ya, country names, country slang, beans at the liquor store
Black cruising, crap shooting, 50 on the 10 or 4
Overcast, the forecast shows clouds from plenty drove
And we ready for [G] war in the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Gm] 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 [G] brave in the state of Georgia
[Gm] Five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you getting an altercation, just hop on your mobile phone and tell somebody you need help
[G] In the middle of Georgia, [Gm] we some ACL 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 the robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia [G] check in the state of Georgia
[Ab] We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Eb] time, it ain't [E] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya
We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Cm] time, it ain't [C] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't [Gm] playing with ya
I'm from the home of Nick Bone, black-eyed peas, turn up in Collard Green
The children of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's P.T.
G-A, the Peach State, where we stay, my small city's [G] called Albany [Gbm] Georgia
[Gm] Pecan country like that fish with grits
Candy hams and chitlins, grams homemade
Baked fish, dished, Atlanta classic, pork, caprices, and Impala super sports
Ingredients in this peach [G] cobbler called [E] Georgia
[Gm] I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I. [G].A., but they ain't nothing like that G.A. [Gm] Red clay, look on your mouth, we right up off the floor The next to Belmont, under the Carolinas [G] in Tennessee, you'll see [Gm] We're Glennis Knight to the Midnight Train, the birth of Martin Luther King We're ass so plump and the hips are thick, we're like trucks sitting on 26's Know where you're going or you'll be lost, found in these swampies in the South These top of the tomahawks, your [G] top down here in Georgia [Ab] We only grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, baby Nothing on my mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya We only grinding, Georgia, all the [Cm] time, baby [C] Nothing on my [E] mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't [G] playing with ya I was [Gm] born in the building at the bottom of the map, [G] with the wet paint Dead on paredes and the [Gm] grime on the Chevy when I'm chopping in the trap Country's here, [Gm] they some warriors, totes on the spray, saying, shake this Florida Nigga, boy, me boy, you're climbing, out the door, the kindest smiles to the cow, that I really don't Georgia, where they used to call us, Samana, Sonata, Doc and the Grandma Watch your mouth, bless your eye for Samana Bunch of hustlers, one on every corner, like the Wappa House in Atlanta R.I.P. camouflage, [G] I in Savannah [Gm] Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation Home of the strip club, known for the thick love Where the tricks put clips in the tip club Where the thick chick in the car with the big butt Wanna get love, won't be cheap, don't want it like Peace Creek Make a chick drink it off like freak, [G] we dying [Gm] 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 down for G.A. _ [Ab] We on it Friday, all the [Eb] time, ain't [Em] nothing on my [Dbm] mind But [Ab] we ain't playing with you We on it Friday, all the [Cm] time, ain't [C] nothing on [Ab] my mind But we ain't playing with you Georgia, [Cm] _ [C] _ [Ab] Georgia, _ _ Georgia, [C] _ _ [Ab] Georgia, [G] Georgia _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
We on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my [Ab] mind but Georgia
We playing with ya, we on it grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, it ain't nothing on my mind but [Fm] Georgia
We [Gm] playing with ya, country names, country slang, beans at the liquor store
Black cruising, crap shooting, 50 on the 10 or 4
Overcast, the forecast shows clouds from plenty drove
And we ready for [G] war in the state of [Gb] Georgia
[Gm] 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 [G] brave in the state of Georgia
[Gm] Five Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you getting an altercation, just hop on your mobile phone and tell somebody you need help
[G] In the middle of Georgia, [Gm] we some ACL 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 the robbers gonna hit
That's why I keep my Georgia [G] check in the state of Georgia
[Ab] We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Eb] time, it ain't [E] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya
We on the grind, Georgia
All the [Cm] time, it ain't [C] nothing on my mind, boy
[Ab] Georgia, we ain't [Gm] playing with ya
I'm from the home of Nick Bone, black-eyed peas, turn up in Collard Green
The children of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's P.T.
G-A, the Peach State, where we stay, my small city's [G] called Albany [Gbm] Georgia
[Gm] Pecan country like that fish with grits
Candy hams and chitlins, grams homemade
Baked fish, dished, Atlanta classic, pork, caprices, and Impala super sports
Ingredients in this peach [G] cobbler called [E] Georgia
[Gm] I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I. [G].A., but they ain't nothing like that G.A. [Gm] Red clay, look on your mouth, we right up off the floor The next to Belmont, under the Carolinas [G] in Tennessee, you'll see [Gm] We're Glennis Knight to the Midnight Train, the birth of Martin Luther King We're ass so plump and the hips are thick, we're like trucks sitting on 26's Know where you're going or you'll be lost, found in these swampies in the South These top of the tomahawks, your [G] top down here in Georgia [Ab] We only grinding, Georgia, all the [C] time, baby Nothing on my mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't playing with ya We only grinding, Georgia, all the [Cm] time, baby [C] Nothing on my [E] mind, but [Ab] Georgia, we ain't [G] playing with ya I was [Gm] born in the building at the bottom of the map, [G] with the wet paint Dead on paredes and the [Gm] grime on the Chevy when I'm chopping in the trap Country's here, [Gm] they some warriors, totes on the spray, saying, shake this Florida Nigga, boy, me boy, you're climbing, out the door, the kindest smiles to the cow, that I really don't Georgia, where they used to call us, Samana, Sonata, Doc and the Grandma Watch your mouth, bless your eye for Samana Bunch of hustlers, one on every corner, like the Wappa House in Atlanta R.I.P. camouflage, [G] I in Savannah [Gm] Now you might come for vacation, leave on probation Home of the strip club, known for the thick love Where the tricks put clips in the tip club Where the thick chick in the car with the big butt Wanna get love, won't be cheap, don't want it like Peace Creek Make a chick drink it off like freak, [G] we dying [Gm] 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 down for G.A. _ [Ab] We on it Friday, all the [Eb] time, ain't [Em] nothing on my [Dbm] mind But [Ab] we ain't playing with you We on it Friday, all the [Cm] time, ain't [C] nothing on [Ab] my mind But we ain't playing with you Georgia, [Cm] _ [C] _ [Ab] Georgia, _ _ Georgia, [C] _ _ [Ab] Georgia, [G] Georgia _ _ _ _ [N] _ _