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
the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let me see you try that shit on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on
Turn me up a little bit Yeah kids, Harlem on the rise Yeah, turn me up a little bit more Uh-huh, uh-huh We like it Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah kids, Harlem on
Diamondz got women everywhere Do it on the floor, stairs to the chair Do it on the beat, please, hands to stare Got you on the beach, you out somewhere Got your girl
in the real world, like at the beach I see you at the beach bitch, wearing your thong bikini You one of those bitch beaches, your one of them beaches
the USSR Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the West behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on m-m-my mind Oh, come on
Master P] Tank tops and bandannas, Low Riders on hammers Rolls Royce's and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
on your loaf like you was wonder the bread Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds I contradict what ever the government says For them boys on
how lucky you are boys Back in the U.S.S.R Oh, the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind Well Moscow girls make me sing and shout And Georgia's always on
Boys in bikinis Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin' Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes Bakin' in the sun Put on your nose guard Put on
and lots of fun But when we get there the fun really begun So we cut on the box and started to shout It was the Beach Boys rockin' huh huh the "Wipeout
And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right To leave their best girl home now on Saturday
don?t know cuz This girl is, she?s stuck on my ele-el-elevator This girl is, she?s stuck on my ele-el-elevator This girl is, she?s stuck on my ele-el
musclemen with perfect heinies There's more money on this beach than all the tea in china Thie girls all look like Nancy Drew, the boys like Jim McMahon
, pray for me Sing it like a song Life is sort but by the grace of God This night is long Girls crowd into bathroom stalls The boys smoke in their cars
crushed to dust On the road to Zap city Devil's slow to recognize Whether we all live in Zap city Young girls flock to the beaches Checkin' out boys,
she knew the ropes like the back of her sunburned hand We danced a hornpipe on the beach to the sound of the seething swell We drank and sank exhausted on