This song here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America might know him as George Bush But I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this
Charles sample:] Georgia.........
This song is dedicated to the one wit the Thick white skin and his bright blue So called beef wit you who Fuck it he let him kill all of our troops Look at the bullshit we been Had the sittin on top they roofs Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush Then they tellin y'all lies on the The white people smiling like everythin But I know people that died in pool I know people that in them schools Now what is the to do? Got to no trailer, you move Now it's on to and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's goin on Make it like a lotta stealin goin on Boy them is killas in my home Nigga shot in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm tryin to eat Man fuck the and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush So what happened to the levees, why wasn't steady Why wasn't they to control this? I know fok' that live by the levee that keep on me they heard explosions Same shit back in Hurricane Betsy 1965, I too young to know this That was Johnson now but it's (Geeoorrggiiaa)
- 2X] We a town where (Georgia) drowned, and Everybody died, but baby I'm prayin wich ya Everybody but (Georgia) Aint tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
I was in the boot at the bottom of the map New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta paper if you tryin to come back Niggas it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa) Noooww it's dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it And the children have been scarred, no here to care bout em And fash out, to all the rappers that out Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) We see Confederate flags, you know what it is A white cracker muthafucka that voted for him And no he gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tay 'cause he died in the storm, fuck (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us in ya city man, us a pound 'cause if a nigga still movin then he it down I had two Jags, but I lost both bi-tch-es I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!
[Chorus] like ta poop
([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you we was done? Naw)
YEA! Money money money get a dollar and a Weezy Baby crack, muthafucka get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES Yep, I'm a muthafuckin I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty grams If you bout bricks, I'm the interstate man And the women say damn, niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that make you bounce like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line, gotta mine And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb Young toon, yea what my people call me Fifty thousand for the cause, tryin keep the off me I drink a syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin Big money for the grill, so I'm cheap talking, yea Keep and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap softly Yea, nap nap, nap sack, forties Like another nigga, nigga just don't be da target Young New nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost and you lookin like a bargain Purple weed, drink, purple heart sergeant I'm the best in the game no argin (arguing)
And I ever write, pause Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines the margin Lil dot com bitch log in Put a pillow under knees and keep ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a They usually a baller and the young nigga ballin Mike Jordan, pardon my Even my father rich as and all my brothers left the family We said fuck it two houses in Miami I wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me Any wan get at me, tell ya label contact me Half four for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the Everybody woman wanna be da boy diva, not There's a 305 I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evenin, than a tub steamin Gotcha dreamin of one day bein Trina Notta sim seemer, ten in the Beamer Got a white drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga livin Spend a condo and a club, one won't do Two bottles do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks And me that Patrone, I don't play No ice I like my straight, not gay And bitch bank come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get I stomp a out like I got ten legs Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten Behave, no ho, I'm on Rage Rov Cash Money, Money, ho that money age old And can't a cage hold this from Hollygrove Sorry I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck hos Gotta pay me now for me to take these hos sizin for a show and the flow So Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve If anybody else it, sixty thousand a verse