This song right here, is dedicated to the of the United States of America Y'all might him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost of New Orleans... we call him this
[Ray Charles Georgia.........
This song is to the one wit the suit Thick white and his eyes bright blue So beef wit you know who Fuck it he just let him kill all of our Look at the we been through Had the niggas sittin on top roofs Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush Then they y'all lies on the news The white people smiling everythin cool But I know people that died in that I know people that died in them Now what is the to do? Got to no trailer, you move Now it's on to and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they let you know what's really goin on Make it like a lotta stealin goin on Boy cops is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just to eat Man the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush So what happened to the levees, why they steady Why they able to control this? I know fok' that live by the levee that on tellin me they heard explosions shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy 1965, I ain't too young to know was President Johnson now but it's (Geeoorrggiiaa)
- 2X] We from a where (Georgia) drowned, and Everybody died, but baby I'm prayin wich ya Everybody but (Georgia) Aint nobody tried, no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
I was born in the boot at the of the map New Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away we not on the map Wait, you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back Niggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa) Noooww it's them dead bodies, lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it And the have been scarred, no ones here to care bout em And fash out, to all the rappers that out Yea we like it they callin y'all, but president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush We see Confederate flags, you know what 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 he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us in ya city man, us a pound 'cause if a nigga still movin then he holdin it 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 thought we was Naw)
YEA! Money money get a dollar and a dick Weezy that crack, muthafucka get a fix Got out the ass, no homo but I'm rich Bout to go get surgery and put some on my wrist YES Yep, I'm a trip I'ma to Japan and buy some brand new shit hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams If you bout bricks, I'm the interstate man And the women say damn, them don't say a damn thing Boy I bet that shotty make you like a bed-spring Walkin a thin line, gotta defend And wit no pen I'm like a bomb BOOM 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 for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea Keep and the flame leap off the hip And keep sparking, pap pap sleep Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da Young New nigga, nigga just don't be retarded We done lost and you lookin like a bargain Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart I'm the best in the game no argin (arguing)
And I don't write, pause Un-pause this, so ya bitch ass lines inside the margin Lil dot com bitch log in Put a pillow your knees and keep ya jaws in All in ya mouth, use her like a toilet They usually want a and the young nigga ballin Mike Jordan, pardon my Even my father as fuck and all my brothers left the family We said fuck it bought two in Miami I can't wait to do cribs, MTV get at me Any wan get at me, tell ya label contact me four hundred for a feature, wanna 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 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 girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it cleaner I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still Spend a condo and a club, one bottle do Two bottles won't do, bottles for the crew, thanks And bring me that Patrone, I play No ice I like my straight, not gay And bitch that come everyday, I'm paid I wish a nigga come invade, get I a nigga out like I got ten legs Then they the nigga up out the lake in ten days Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rov Cash Money, Young Money, ho money age old And can't a cage hold this animal from Sorry I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos pay me now for me to even take these hos Price sizin for a and the flow So either is my nigga, or that boy got doe Go figure that's my nigga, my nigga, my nerve If else want it, sixty thousand a verse