down Everyday tears on my face all right But I can try it all again in life Everybody needs to have freedom And you wanna hold me tight my baby, hold on
garden all in the dirt Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on
I'ma have to fly my flag at half mass You go girl, you make me wanna holler Take George off and put your boobs on the dollar I see you out there dancing
Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on down south way on down south London town You check out Guitar George
Devil comes collectin' 'Cause he doesn't know I'm a wanted man He'd better wear a six gun on his hip And hold another in his hand If you love the wanted man You best hold
I ride east every other Friday but if i had it my way The day would not be wasted on this drive And i want so bad to hold you Son there's things I haven
brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that keep My yeagas bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', bouncin' Check, check My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
was bad on the strip, deuce, deuce in the booth Blue goose with the troops, fruit juice and a loose On the roof with the city on watch Got that brown
a CAESAR Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER George like WHEEZY 'cause I be burnin brothers just like, the neighborhood SKEEZER Once the hip-hop strangeler I throw your whole rap on
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six Days On The Road and I'm gonna
By now she's putting on her makeup Bet she's been crying all night long By now her heart is surely breaking Just like this cold gray Georgia dawn By
like James Brown (Hey...I want to get in too) Even the Dixie Chicks got their groove on and Earl's dead But if George Strait starts dancing somebody
