This song here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as Bush But where I'm from, lost of New Orleans... we call him this
Charles sample:] Georgia.........
This song is dedicated to the one wit the Thick white skin and his eyes bright So called wit you know 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 it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush they tellin y'all lies on the news The people smiling like everythin cool But I know people died in that pool I know people that in them schools Now what is the to do? Got to no trailer, you move Now on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know what's really on Make it look a lotta stealin goin on Boy them cops is killas in my Nigga shot dead in the of the street I ain't no thief, I'm tryin to eat Man the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush So what to the levees, why wasn't they steady Why wasn't they to control this? I know some that live by the levee that keep on tellin me they explosions shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965, I ain't too young to know was President Johnson now but (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
- 2X] We from a where (Georgia) drowned, and Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin ya cryin but (Georgia) Aint tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
I was born in the boot at the of the map New baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map Wait, have you heard the latest, sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa) Noooww it's them bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it And the children have scarred, no ones here to care bout em And fash out, to all the that helped out Yea we like it they callin y'all, but president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush We see them Confederate flags, you know it is A cracker muthafucka that probably 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, president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us in ya city man, us a pound 'cause if a nigga still then he holdin it down I had two Jags, but I lost both them I'm N.O. the N.O. Yea!
niggas like ta poop
([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you we was done? Naw)
YEA! Money money money get a and a dick Weezy Baby crack, muthafucka get a fix Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm Bout to go get and put some diamonds on my wrist YES Yep, I'm a muthafuckin trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight If you bout bricks, I'm the interstate man And the say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that make you bounce like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb Young toon, yea that's what my people me Fifty thousand for the cause, tryin keep the off me I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep Big money for the grill, so I'm cheap talking, yea Keep talking and the flame off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three Like fuck another nigga, nigga just be da target New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost everythin and you like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart I'm the rapper in the game no argin (arguing)
And I ever write, pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil Wayne dot com log in Put a pillow under your knees and ya jaws in All in ya girl mouth, use her like a They usually a baller and the young nigga ballin Mike Jordan, my swag Even my father as fuck 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 rapper wan get at me, tell ya contact me Half four hundred for a feature, battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of cita Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the Everybody woman be da boy diva, not even There's a 305 I wanted ever since I seen her Got a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day 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 bottle do Two bottles won't do, for the whole crew, thanks And bring me 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 invade, get sprayed I a nigga out like I got ten legs Then fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on Rage Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho money age old And can't a cage hold animal from Hollygrove mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby these hos Gotta pay me now for me to even these hos Price 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 want it, thousand a verse