ORIGINAL SONGTEXTE
"Georgia" "Georgia!"
"Georgia" "Georgia!"
[Hook 2X: Ludacris]
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
We ain't playin' witcha
[Ludacris]
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 clockin, 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")
[Hook 2X: Shawn Jay]
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
We ain't playin' witcha
[Smoke]
I'm from the home of neckbones, black eyed peas, turnip, and collard greens
We the children of the corn, dirtier than Bob Marley's PeePee
GA, the Peach State, where we stay
My small city is called Albany ("Georgia")
(Hahaha) 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
Ingredients in this peach cobbler called ("Georgia")
I love the women out 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, Next to 'Bama
Under that Carolina to Tennessee, you'll see ("Georgia")
Where Gladys Knight took the "Midnight Train", The birthplace of Martin Luther King
Where ass so plump and hips are thick, where '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")
[Hook 2X: Smoke]
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
We ain't playin' witcha
[Shawn Jay]
Now I was born in the 'Bany on the bottom of the map; with a wet paint
Chip chin on Pirellis, And chrome on the chevy's, 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 Bamas, and now they
Jockin the grammar; Watch your mouth unless you offer some manner
But ya hustlers wasn't on ever corner like the Waffle House in Atlanta
R.I.P Camoflauge out in Savannah ("Georgia")
Now you might come from vacation, leave on probation, Home of the strip club
Known for the thick girls, Where the tricks put tips in the tip cup
For the thick chick in the thong wit the big butt, Wanna get love
Won't be cheap, long money like Peachtree
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 why we call it the field
I got a Chevrolet on twenty - sixes; I'm from GA, GA ("Georgia")
[Hook 2X: Field Mob & Ludacris]
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!!!"
ÜBERSETZUNG
"Georgia" "Georgia!"
"Georgia" "Georgia!"
(Hook 2X: Ludacris)
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
~ It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia") ~
We ain't playin' witcha
(Ludacris)
Country-Namen, Country-Slang, Unholde am Schnapsstand
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
Wenn du jemals respektlos bist, dann säubern wir dein dreckiges Maul
Bulldogs clockin, these lookout boys is hawkin'
~ You gotta be brave in the state of ("Georgia") ~
Ich habe fünf Georgia-Häuser, wo ich meine Georgia-Knochen ausruhe
Kommst du auf mein Land, schieße ich auf deinen Georgia Dome
~ If you get into a altercation, just hop on ya mobile phone ~
Und sag jemandem, dass du Hilfe brauchst, mitten in "Georgia"
Wir sind ein paar +ATL Thrashers+, sehen uns deinen Punk an und zerschlagen dich dann
Wir werden durch dein Viertel kommen, schlimmer als eine Tsunami-Katastrophe
Ich weiß nicht, wen sie erwischen oder wen die Räuber treffen werden
That's why I keep my +Georgia Tech+ in the state of ("Georgia")
(Hook 2X: Shawn Jay)
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
We ain't playin' witcha
(Smoke)
~ I'm from the home of neckbones, black eyed peas, turnipes, and collard greens ~
Wir sind die Kinder des Mais, dreckiger als Bob Marleys PeePee
GA, der Pfirsichstaat, wo wir bleiben
Meine kleine Stadt heißt Albany ("Georgia")
(Hahaha) Pecan Country, wie Wels mit Maisgrütze
Candy yams and chitllins', Grandma's home made baked biscuits
Das Land der klassischen Caprices und Impalas, und der Supersportarten
Zutaten in diesem Pfirsichkuchen namens "Georgia"
Ich liebe die Frauen in LA und die Einkaufsläden in NEW YORK!
Die Strände in M.I.A.; Aber es gibt nichts Besseres als den roten Lehm in Georgia
Schaut auf eure Karte, wir sind direkt über Florida, neben 'Bama
Under that Carolina to Tennessee, you'll see ("Georgia")
Wo Gladys Knight den "Midnight Train" nahm, Der Geburtsort von Martin Luther King
Wo die Ärsche so prall und die Hüften so dick sind, wo 'Llac Trucks auf 26ern sitzen
~ 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")
(Hook 2X: Smoke)
We on the grind in ("Georgia!")
All the time....
It ain't nothin' on my mind but ("Georgia")
We ain't playin' witcha
(Shawn Jay)
Ich wurde in der 'Bany geboren, am unteren Ende der Landkarte; mit einem nassen
Chip chin on Pirellis, And chrome on the chevy's, 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 Bamas, and now they
Pass auf, was du sagst, es sei denn, du hast was zu sagen.
Aber ihr Gauner wart nicht an jeder Ecke wie das Waffelhaus in Atlanta.
R.I.P. Camoflauge, draußen in Savannah ("Georgia")
Jetzt kommst du vielleicht aus dem Urlaub, gehst auf Bewährung, Heimat des Strip-Clubs
Bekannt für die dicken Mädchen, Wo die Tricks Trinkgeld in den Trinkgeldbecher stecken
Für die dicke Tussi im Tanga mit dem großen Hintern, Willst du Liebe bekommen
Won't be cheap, long money like Peachtree
Man she take it off like Freaknik down here in ("Georgia")
(Musik) When you see them confederate flags, you know what is
Ihr habt hier Baumwolle gepflückt, deshalb nennen wir es das Feld.
I got a Chevrolet on twenty - sixes; I'm from GA, GA ("Georgia")
(Hook 2X: Field Mob & Ludacris)
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!!!"