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Georgiavania
Willie Isz
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Yeah, man see
Yeah, man see
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
K to the H to the U-J-O
C to the double O-D-I-E
M to the O, can't forget about the B
Let me tell you a little something about me
Born in the trap, raised in the game
Always been fire, never been lame
'Fore I get raw like Big Daddy Kane
Gonna go deep like blood in your vein
Microphone check yourself, mane
Really is coming mane
Better protect your neck, mane
We smoking like some cherry, mane
Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
You can't hang, clean out your locker
This gon' bang in your brains
And turn your brains into some pasta
Rasta, shake your dreads
Gangstas bust your (bust your)
And if you out here banging
Throw up your sets
From the North, South, East to the West
Please don't test, you'll get knocked off
I pay my dues, playboy you lose
How you want it, hard or soft?
Slick like Randy Moss
Ice cold like Jack Frost
And if she actin' too bougie to talk
Tell her scram, get lost
I paid the cost to be the boss
Shawty what you mean?
Ginero and Khujo, sharp like acid clean
We come from Georgia, baby
From the land of the Georgia state
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
Okay, to be, to be told
Ugly people be quiet if you don't wanna be exposed
Now ladies grab a hold
Get ready, here we go, check
Leave your coat at the coat check
Ain't no scars on your throat, check
What's that noise? Better go, check
You ain't Superman, man
I ain't Superman, man
You ain't Superman, man
I ain't Superman, man
I don't believe in no ghosts
But I do believe in that toast
And that's the way you get smoked
No joke, no joke
Aight, calm, calm down
Bottle of tear bomb sound
See that fellow in the yellow?
He gon' take you downtown
Now you be aight, roll up with me
Roll up with he, roll up with she
Roll up with Joe, what do you know
'Bout yourself, boy, you'll get rolled on
We come from Georgia, baby
From the land of the Georgia state
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
From GA to PA, 'cause you know we rock
We keep our family links, y'all keep that cosmic slop
So tell me what you gon' do, barbecue or mildew
'Cause hard times is spreading like the bird flu
Still claimin' truth to what I do like a Southern playa
Public Enemy number one, vampire slayer
Straight through your heart with these lyrical darts
That make your bowels move and your brain
And your head nod and your fingers snap
Give your baby mama five just to dance in my lap
It's a wrap, close the curtains, roll the credits
Y'all ain't ready, y'all ain't ready, y'all ain't ready
Fleas, rappers of mass destruction
Them Georgia bangers be bustin'
Them sucker rappers be talkin' loud but they ain't sayin' nothin'
But I got one question
How y'all get a record deal
When it's boys and girls out here with mad skill?
We come from Georgia, baby
From the land of the Georgia state
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
And we from (GA), and we from (GA)
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