[Intro]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
f** it, he just let em k** all of our troops
Look at the bullsh** we been through
Had our n***as 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 k**as in my home
n***a shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man f** 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 levy
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same sh** happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush
[Hook]
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!
[Verse 2]
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 trying to come back
n***as 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 dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred, no ones 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 f** President (Georgia) Bush
When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthaf**a 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, f** President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a n***a 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!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherf**a, get a fix
Got money out the a**, no h*mo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
Yep, I'm a motherf**in' trip
I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new sh**
900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man
And the women say "damn", them n***as 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 on the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, b**hes 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 f** another n***a, n***a just don't be the target
Young New Orleans n***a, n***a 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 b**h a** lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com b**h, 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 n***a ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
But my father rich as f** and all my brothers left the family
We said "f** 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 motherf**in' ribbon
b**hes got my name on em, and the n***a 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 b**h that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a n***a come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a n***a out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the n***a 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 f** 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 n***a, or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my n***a, that's my n***a, my nerve
If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse