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

Ray Charles sample: Georgia.........

Noooowww
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
fk it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bulls**t we been through
Had the sittin on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they tellin y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everythin 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 (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really goin on
Make it look like a lotta stealin goin on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
nigg* shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eat
Man fk the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the leverage, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levey
that keep on tellin me they heard explosions
Same s**t happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but
now it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush

Chorus - 2X
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich ya
Everybody cryin but (Georgia)
Aint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

Noooowwww
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back
thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in nature, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout em
And lash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like to thank all of y'all before president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
when you see the Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muth*fka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fk president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cuz if a nigg* still movin then he holdin it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!

Chorus

(DJ Drama: oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a d*ck
Weezy Baby that crack, muth*fka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
times 3
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a muth*fkin trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new s**t
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talkin bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say d*mn, them don't say a d*mn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin 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 cause, tryin keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, girls say I'm sleep walkin
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 fk another nigg*, nigg* just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigg*, nigg* just don't be r*tarded
We done lost everythin and you lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no argin (arguing)

And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya b*tch as* lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com b*tch 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 nigg* ballin
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father rich as fk and all my brothers left the family
We said fk 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
Have four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creacher, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my G, 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 evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muth*fkin ribbon
girls got my name on em, and the nigg* still livin
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 b*tch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigg* come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigg* out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigg* 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 fk these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price rising for a shortin and the flow
So either Drama is my nigg*, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigg*, that's my nigg*, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse