Georgia Plains (holy Grounds) Lyrics - Singles - Witch Doctor

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 

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 ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's 'bout collectin' money 

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

Doctor 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 predictors 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 

That's right, from East Point to Southwest 

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

Come on in 

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'all suppose to take me to school?" 

If you see a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes 

I'm from East Point, Atlanta, we don't fight by rules 

You don't 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 

Ain't jack but a rat on my East Point cheese 

I know it irritates 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 didn't believe in your return so they ran for the hills 

And I still got that same pain in my chest 

My prescription stress, no cess and wear a Teflon vest 

And these niggas still try and test 

Don't even know me or these Georgia plains 

Boy these grounds are holy