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 (that's right) Georgia (Bush) Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue So called beef with you-know-who Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been through Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) 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 lotta stealing going on Boy them cops is killas 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 (Georgia) Bush So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady? Why wasn't they able to control this? I know some folk that live by the levee That keep on telling me they heard explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965: I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) 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 us away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back Niggas thinking it's a wrap See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia) Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses The mayor say don't worry bout it And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm Fuck President (Georgia) Bush See us in ya city man, give us a pound Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush! Oh yeah You thought we was done? Nah Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, 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 motherfuckin' trip I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit 900 to a grand, get you 28 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 with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom" Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me 50 thousand for the cross, tryna 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, yeah Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly Yeah, 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 your 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 ballin' Mike Jordan, pardon my swag But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me Half a 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 Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna be the 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 Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin' Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And bring me that Patron, 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 flow 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 hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes Price rising for a show and the flow So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse