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So What Lyrics
Ludacris Presents Disturbing Tha Peace (2005)
Light Poles and Pine Trees (2006)
(Ludacris & DTP, Disturbing Tha Peace)
(Field Mob feat. Ludacris & Jamie Foxx)
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in...Georgia
All the time, It ain't
Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
We ain't playin witcha
Country Name
Country Slang
Fiens at the liquor store
Lac Cruisin
Crap Shootin
50 on the 10 to 4
Overcast the forecast
Shows clouds fromt plenty dro
And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia
Dirty Words
Dirty Birds
Its mean in the dirty south
If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth
Bulldawgs is clockin
These look out boys is hawkin
You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia
I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones
Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome
If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone
And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia
We some ATL thrashers
Scope your pumpkin and smasha
We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster
Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit
Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia
[Chorus 2x]
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 the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens
We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee
GA the peach state where we stay
My small city's called Albany...Georgia
Pecan country like catfish with grits
Candy yams and chitlins
Gram's homemade baked biscuits
The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports
Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia
I love the women out in LA
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in MIA
But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida
Next to Bama
Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia
Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train
The birthplace of Martin Luther King
Where ass so plump and hips are thick
Where Lac trucks sit on 26's
Know where your going or your get lost
Found on these plum trees in the south
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in...Georgia
[Chorus 2x]
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 belly of the bottom of the map,
Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap
Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida,
Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany...Georgia
Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas,
An now dey jockin da grammar
Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar,
Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta
Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia
Now u might come foe vAcAchun,
LeAve on probAchun
Home of dA strip club,
Known foe dA thyck gulz
Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup,
Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt
When it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree,
MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik, down here in ...georgiA
When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz,
YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field
I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz,
Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA
[Chorus 2x]
We on the grind in...Georgia
All the time, It ain't
Nothin on my mind but...Georgia
We ain't playin witcha
So what
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up by somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what
[Verse 1: Field Mob]
And they say I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart to
You'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard
That they say about me
They say I done this
They said I done that
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
But you don't be hearing that about your love
You let it go in one ear and out the other
The he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes there
Nothing but liars hating I bet
They wouldn't mind trading places
With you by my side in my Mercedes
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up by somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what
[Verse 2: Field Mob]
Mo' money mo' problems
Life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding
So what, that's your cousin
That don't mean nothing
Her like missing in a tight of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies, just obvious drives for attention
You to the fine just supply your suspicious
But listen, say you love me
Gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama for your mama, mean mug for your brother
I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes
I-I been to jail, yes
I-I'm grinding for real and
I'm positive, they talking negative pimp
They hate to see you doing better then them, so
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up by somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what
(Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara!)
[Hook: Ciara]
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I like the thug in you
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say
[Chorus: Ciara]
He do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up by somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what
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