welcome 2 jawga (remix)

Lyrics

camouflage dirt clothes rebel hat cocked back, confederate flags flyin' naw we ain't stop that, and this here ain't hate or nothin' to do with race, but now we got g's from the woods, joinin' the paper chase, welcome to jawga, welcome to the home of chuckin' home of the watermelons, we got hard hard times and fought with more fellas, we veteran by sellin' our own alcohol, and it's not hate we're nothin' like y'all, when it comes down to it it runs through our blood, like oxygen nitrogen flyin' through the city, hit the dirt roads ride slow through the clay, that ditch'll get ya attention and originate quick, we got hospitality and personality too, a pinch of insanity so whatcha wanna do, this is now place to come runnin' your mouth off, man a couple words will get your head knocked off, that ain't no threat 'cause we sound so easy, more like a warning home boy please believe me, we know how to live despite bein' dirt poor, cross state lines be on the lookout for, camouflage dirt clothes rebel hat cocked back, confederate flags flyin' naw we ain't stop that, and this here ain't hate or nothin' to do with race, but now we got g's from the woods, joinin' the paper chase, welcome to jawga, welcome to the home of the brave, where we fly our flag with pride in our faces, and we renegades who could say we was born this way, maybe we could change it but we love it this way, ain't it crazy how the south been downgraded and picked on, but from now on this our home but don't be on in the wrong zone, no music, right now we celebratin' pop the top of a cold beer, and toast it to the haters it's heritage not hate let's make it straight now, green's the only color that matters on the ninth cloud, keep it poppin' suds bubba don't start a war, be trouble on be dirty as a puddle of mud, red and black red and black reppin' where we from, i love wakin' up to the beat of a southern drum, you know how you know you're in the south, you know when you hear things like p.f.e. jawga boyz mud juzzin', camouflage dirt clothes rebel hat cocked back, confederate flags flyin' naw we ain't stop that, and this here ain't hate or nothin' to do with race, but now we got g's from the woods, joinin' the paper chase, welcome to jawga, i was born in carolina doin' this shit too long, now i market that just workin' hard on my grind, been back and forth between the two a couple of times, so no matter where i go georgia's on my mind, and this is downrated where there is no race, us country folks take it slow like a turtles pace, you know our trucks ride high like urkel's waist, and if you wanna hit some mud this the perfect place, so go and drop a tailgate the grounds free play, you know we get it on we gon' party 'till it's late, got some muscadine wine, some good moonshine, you know it's all right for the cause of a good time, we on atv's and we're chillin' by the creek, different types of folks hang with different types of cliques, we got the black folks, white folks, even asians, and you know we down south we got a couple of cajuns, with the, camouflage dirt clothes rebel hat cocked back, confederate flags flyin' naw we ain't stop that, and this here ain't hate or nothin' to do with race, but now we got g's from the woods, joinin' the paper chase, welcome to jawga, i kick it as i stray to the left to see what you missin', up for the sixes is what i clicked you better be listenin', we light that up like fireflies, burn it down like straight g's, camouflage ruinin' the skies hidin' up in trees, it's boondock on the track see me sippin' and grinnin', my hat cocked to the back i keep the mud grips spinnin', call me the redneck dragon i'm burnin' straight from the south, spittin' fire you feel the heat when i open my mouth, i got that southern hospitality that good ol' boy mentality, georgia's on my mind all the time that's my reality, see them jackin' 'em up all across the nation, we got the rednecks ridin' higher than the nasa space station, all this paper we chasin' all this time we keep wastin', and i need to start pacin' 'cause through life i keep racin', so let the flags fly high from the beaches to the mountains, if you got cert applied lets ride on all them rebels shoutin', camouflage dirt clothes rebel hat cocked back, confederate flags flyin' naw we ain't stop that, and this here ain't hate or nothin' to do with race, but now we got g's from the woods, joinin' the paper chase, welcome to jawga, welcome to jawga, welcome to jawga.