WITCHDOCTOR - Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds) lyrics

(feat. Cool Breeze)

This is what I want you to do, right?

Take your shoes off, goddamn ground is holy

I understand that

Give me strength Lord, Lord

Give me strength, Give me strength

Give me strength Lord

[Witchdoctor:]

Ugh, My choice was the streets, kinda came natural to me

So i'm fishin', trouble comes

I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun

Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun

Shit aint fun or funny, fuck a smile, i'ts 'bout collectin' money

I'm tryin' to take better care of my body this quarter

Docter say drink more water, but Bacardi got you bent in this bitch

Life sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit

Seven years of tears in the game

Made me one of the smallest preditors on this Georgia plain

In the fields, in the hills, never picked no cotton

It's the nigga wit that golden trigga

I'm seein' more planes in the sky at night

Look like UFO's, think they transportin' dem kilo's

The drug cartel has swelled out of proportion

On the corner everyday we indorsin'

The street life is my life, scratchin' to stay on top

I'm rappin' it for my block, Atlanta

You betta have some game in yo' veins

You betta learn this southern slang

[Cool Breeze talking]

Thats right, from East Point to Southwest

Southwest to East Piont, y'all know what it is

Come on in

[Cool Breeze:]

I'm hearin' rumors about what yo' clique gone do

I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his crew

I said "Now which one of y'al suppose to take me to school?"

If you see a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes

I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we dont fight by rules

You dont know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun

In this place, the dirty south, we'll hit ya for a lick

Sell you dreams, nice things, and it be a box of bricks

Most haters, imitators, think they know Cool Breeze

Aint jack but a rat on my East Point cheese

I know it iritates yo' ears, how I chop these trees

You nothin' but a lame 'round these EPV's

All my enemies who don't know what they jumped in

If the doctor came through once, he'll come through again

And when look and he ask me where everybody is

They didnt believe in your return so they ran for the hills

And I still got that same pain in my chest

My perscription stress, no cess, and wear a Teflon vest

And these niggas still try and test

Dont even know me or these Georgia plains

Boy these grounds are HOLYYYY!!!!!