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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......... 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 (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 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 (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) Bush [Chorus - 2X] We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya 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 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 (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) 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 (Georgia) 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! [Chorus] ([DJ Drama:] 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 (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

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