Lil Wayne: Georgia Bush

This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of AmericaY'all might know him as George BushBut where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this[Ray Charles sample:] Georgia.........NoooowwwThis song is dedicated to the one wit the suitThick white skin and his eyes bright blueSo called beef wit you know whoFuck it he just let him kill all of our troopsLook at the bullshit we been throughHad the niggas sittin on top they roofsHurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) BushThen they tellin y'all lies on the newsThe white people smiling like everythin coolBut I know people that died in that poolI know people that died in them schoolsNow what is the survivor to do?Got to no trailer, you gotta moveNow it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to seeBut they don't let you know what's really goin onMake it look like a lotta stealin goin onBoy them cops is killas in my homeNigga shot dead in the middle of the streetI ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eatMan fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) BushSo what happened to the leverage, why wasn't they steadyWhy wasn't they able to control this?I know some fok' that live by the leverthat keep on tellin me they heard this, stole thisSame shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy1965, I ain't too young to know thisThat was President Johnson nowbut it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush[Chorus - 2X]We from a town where (Georgia)Everybody drowned, andEverybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich yaEverybody cryin but (Georgia)Aint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) BushNoooowwwwI was born in the boot at the bottom of the mapNew Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the mapWait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come backNiggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout itAnd the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout emAnd fash out, to all the rappers that helped outYea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) BushWe see them Confederate flags, you know what it isA white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for himAnd no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombsR.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) BushSee us in ya city man, give us a poundCuz if a nigga still movin then he holdin it downI had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-esI'm from N.O. the N.O. YeaYEA!Money money money get a dollar and a dickWeezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fixGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm richBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YESYep, I'm a muthafuckin tripI'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shitNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight gramsIf you talkin bout bricks, I'm the interstate manAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thingBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-springWalkin a thin line, gotta defend mineAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOMYoung toon, yea that's what my people call meFifty thousand for the cause, tryin keep the reaper off meI drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkinBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeaKeep talking and the flame leap off the hipAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softlyYea, nap nap, nap sack, three fortiesLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da targetYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retardedWe done lost everythin and you lookin like a bargainPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeantI'm the best rapper in the game no argin (arguing)And I don't ever write, pauseUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the marginLil Wayne dot com bitch log inPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws inAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toiletThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballinMike Jordan, pardon my swagEven my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the familyWe said fuck it bought two houses in MiamiI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at meAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact meHalf four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat yaI'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss citaMom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reasonEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not evenThere's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen herGot a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub steaminGotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein TrinaNotta sim seemer, ten ki's in the BeamerGot a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleanerI'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbonBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livinSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't doTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanksAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't playNo ice I like my drink straight, not gayAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paidI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayedI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legsThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten daysBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage RovCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age oldAnd can't a cage hold this animal from HollygroveSorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowedGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hosGotta pay me now for me to even take these hosPrice sizin for a show and the flowSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doeGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerveIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse