这一首《Georgia》lyric歌曲是由歌手Field Mob&Ludacris&Jamie Foxx演唱，发布于个人Light Poles And Pine Trees(街灯与松树)专辑里，H吉他网整理分享最新的完整版歌词如下：
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
