[Intro: Killer Mike]
Welcome to Georgia
Home of James Brown...
Home of Ray Charles...
Home of Little Richard, home of Outkast, home of Goodie Mob, home of Camoflauge, home of me
One time for 'Jo goodie
[Chorus: Deacon]
The clay is runnin red rom the blood that done been shed down in Georgia
Now we weepin to the sound from the color of the ground down in Georgia
[Verse 1: Khujo Goodie]
Home of the red clay and the rebel flag
Now when you on your stripes with whips on your back
Now when you click your heels and say they say there's no place like home
But at the same time better protect your georgia dome
Could 'em good ol' boys still out there they General Lee's
Using DNA and bloodhounds just to find me
Don't think it's gravy bro, we still on the plantation
All the way up to Kentucky back down to Macon
Niggas with attitudes tired of the middle slavery
Like the red, white & blue finna come and save me
They still ain't paid us damn? give me my 40 acres
Money ain't no good it just some worthless piece of paper
Grindin through vapors, flushin through the backrows
This for my folks, on probation and parole
So guard your soul, dot your eyes, get on your P's & Q's
Cause in the cotton fields boy, you snooze, then you lose
Welcome to Georgia
Home of James Brown...
Home of Ray Charles...
Home of Little Richard, home of Outkast, home of Goodie Mob, home of Camoflauge, home of me
One time for 'Jo goodie
[Chorus: Deacon]
The clay is runnin red rom the blood that done been shed down in Georgia
Now we weepin to the sound from the color of the ground down in Georgia
[Verse 1: Khujo Goodie]
Home of the red clay and the rebel flag
Now when you on your stripes with whips on your back
Now when you click your heels and say they say there's no place like home
But at the same time better protect your georgia dome
Could 'em good ol' boys still out there they General Lee's
Using DNA and bloodhounds just to find me
Don't think it's gravy bro, we still on the plantation
All the way up to Kentucky back down to Macon
Niggas with attitudes tired of the middle slavery
Like the red, white & blue finna come and save me
They still ain't paid us damn? give me my 40 acres
Money ain't no good it just some worthless piece of paper
Grindin through vapors, flushin through the backrows
This for my folks, on probation and parole
So guard your soul, dot your eyes, get on your P's & Q's
Cause in the cotton fields boy, you snooze, then you lose
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