georgia... bush

this song right here

is dedicated to the president of the united states of america

y'all might know him as george bush

but where i'm from

lost city of new orleans. we call him this

georgia.. now

this song is dedicated to the one wit the suit

thick white skin and his eyes bright blue

so called beef wit you know who

fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops

look at the bullshit we been through

had the niggas sitting on top they roofs

hurricane katrina

we should've called it hurricane bush

then they telling y'all lies on the news

the white people smiling like everything cool

but i know people that died in that pool

i know people that died in them schools

now what is the survivor to do?

got to no trailer

you gotta move

now it's on to texas and to

they tell you what they want

show you what they want you to see

but they don't let you know what's really going on

make it look like a lot of stealing going on

boy them cops is killers in my home

nigga shot dead in the middle of the street

i ain't no thief

i'm just trying to eat

man fuck the police and president bush

so what happened to the levees

why wasn't they steady

why wasn't they able to control this?

i know some fok' that live by the levee

that keep on telling me they heard the explosions

same shit happened back in hurricane betsy

1965

i ain't too young to know this

that was president johnson but now

but it's president bush

we from a town where

everybody drowned

and

everybody died

but baby i'm still praying which ya

everybody crying but

ain't nobody tried

there's no doubt on my mind it was bush

now

i was born in the boot at the bottom of the map

new orleans baby

now the white house hating

trying to wash away like we not on the map

wait

have you heard the latest

they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back

niggas thinking it's a wrap

see we can't hustle in they trap

we ain't from

now it's them dead bodies

them lost houses

the mayor say don't worry 'bout it

and the children have been scarred

no one's here to care 'bout 'em

and fash out

to all the rappers that helped out

yea we like it they calling y'all

but fuck president bush

we see them confederate flags

you know what it is

a white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him

and no he ain't gonna drop no dollars

but he do drop bombs

r.i.p. tay cause he died in the storm

fuck president bush

see us in ya city man

give us a pound

cause if a nigga still moving then he holding it down

i had two jags

but i lost both them bi-tch-es

i'm from n.o. the n.o. yea!

oh yea

you thought we was done? naw)

yea!

money money money get a dollar and a dick

weezy baby that crack

motherfucker get a fix

got money out the ass

no homo but i'm rich

bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist yes

yep

i'm a motherfucking trip

i'ma trip to japan and buy some brand new shit

nine hundred to a grand

get you twenty eight grams

if you talking 'bout bricks

i'm the interstate man

and the women say damn

them niggas don't say a damn thing

boy i bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring

walking a thin line

gotta defend mine

and wit no pen i'm sorta like a bomb boom

young toon

yea that's what my people call me

fifty thousand for the cross

trying to keep the reaper off me

i drink a lot of syrup

bitches say i'm sleep walking

big money for the grill

so i'm never cheap talking

yea

keep talking and the flame leap off the hip

and keep sparking

pap pap sleep softly

yea

nap nap

nap sack

three forties

like fuck another nigga

nigga just don't be the target

young new orleans nigga

nigga just don't be retarded

we done lost everything and you looking like a bargain

purple weed

purple drink

purple heart sergeant

i'm the best rapper in the game no arguing

and i don't even write

pause

un-pause this

so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin

lil wayne dot com bitch log in

put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in

all in ya girl mouth

use her like a toilet

they usually want a baller and the young nigga balling

mike jordan

pardon my swaggy

even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family

we said fuck it bought two houses in miami

i can't wait to do cribs

mtv c'mon get at me

any rapper wan get at me

tell ya label contact me

half four hundred for a feature

wanna battle

i'll beat ya

i'm a beast

i'm a creature

i'm the son of miss cita

my dukes

my jeter

she the reason

she the reason

everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva

not even

there's a 305 dime i wanted ever since i seen her

got a topic of this evening

hotter than a tub steaming

gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being trina

notta sip seemer

ten ki's in the beamer

got a white girl driving

couldn't do it much cleaner

i'm fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbon

bitches got my name on em

and the nigga still living

spend a condo and a club

one bottle won't do

two bottles won't do

bottles for the whole crew

thanks

and bring me that patrone

i don't play

no ice i like my drink straight

not gay

and bitch that bank come everyday

i'm paid

i wish a nigga come invade

get sprayed

i stomp a nigga out like i got ten legs

then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days

behave

no ho

i'm on that rage rov

cash money

young money

ho that money age old

and can't a cage hold this animal from hollygrove

sorry mami i be stoned

i be

i be

i be blowed

got me copy rock star

weezy baby fuck these hos

gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos

price sizing for a show and the flow

so either drama is my nigga

or that boy got doe

go figure that's my nigga

that's my nigga

my nerve

if anybody else want it

sixty thousand a verse