Georgia.....Bush

This song right here
Is dedicated to the president
Of the United States of America
Yall might know him as George Bush
But where Im from
Lost city of New Orleans
We call him this
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia
Noooowww
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
**** it he just let him
Kill all of our troops
Look at the b******t we been through
Had the *****s sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina
We shoulda called
It Hurricane
Geeoorrggiaa
Bush
Then they telling yall 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 its on to Texas and to
Geeoorrggiiaa
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they dont let you know
Whats really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
***** shot dead
In the middle of the street
I aint no thief
Im just trying to eat
Man **** the police and president
Geeoorrrggiiaa
Bush
So what happened to the leverage
Why wasnt they steady
Why wasnt they able to control this
I know some fok that live by the lever
That keep on telling me
They heard this stole this
Same **** happenedback in Hurricane Betsy
1965 I aint too young to know this
That was President Johnson now
But its president
Geeoorrggiiaa
Bush
We from a town where
Georgia
Everybody drowned and
Everybody died
But baby Im still praying wich ya
Everybody crying but
Georgia
Aint nobody tried
Theres no doubt on my mind it was
Georgia
Bush
We from a town where
Georgia
Everybody drowned and
Everybody died
But baby Im still praying wich ya
Everybody crying but
Georgia
Aint nobody tried
Theres no doubt on my mind it was
Georgia
Noooowwww
Bush
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
*****s thinking its a wrap
See we cant hustle in nature
We aint from
Geeoorrggiaa
Noooww its them dead bodies
Them lost houses
The mayor say dont worry bout it
And the children have been scarred
No ones here to care bout em
And fash out
To all the rappers that helped out
Yeah we like it they calling yall
But **** president
Geeoorrggiaa Bush
We see them Confederate flags
You know what it is
A white cracker mutha****a
That probably voted for him
And no he aint 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 give us a pound
Cause if a ***** still moving
Then he holding it down
I had two Jags
But I lost both them bi-tch-es
Im from N O the N O Yeah
We from a town where
Georgia
Everybody drowned and
Everybody died
But baby Im still praying wich ya
Everybody crying but
Georgia
Aint nobody tried
Theres no doubt on my mind it was
Georgia
Bush
We from a town where
Georgia
Everybody drowned and
Everybody died
But baby Im still praying wich ya
Everybody crying but
Georgia
Aint nobody tried
Theres no doubt on my mind it was
Georgia
Bush
Bush
Bush
Bush
Oh yeah oh yeah
You thought we was done
We was done
Naw
YEAH
Money money money
Get a dollar and a ****
Weezy Baby that crack
Mutha****a get a fix
Got money out the a**
No homo but Im rich
About to go get surgery
Get surgery
Money money money
Get a dollar and a ****
Weezy Baby that crack
Mutha****a get a fix
Got money out the a**
No homo but Im rich
About to go get surgery
Get surgery
Money money money
Get a dollar and a ****
Weezy Baby that crack
Mutha****a get a fix
Got money out the a**
No homo but Im rich
About to go get surgery
And put some diamonds
On my wrist YES
Yep Im a mutha****in trip
Ima trip to Japan
And buy some brand new ****
Nine hundred to a grand
Get you twenty eight grams
If you talking bout bricks
Imthe interstate man
And the women say damn
Them *****s dont 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
Im sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon
Yeah thats what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause
Trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup
*****es say Im sleep walking
Big money for the grill
So Im never cheap talking yeah
Keep talking and
The flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking
Pap pap sleep softly
Yeah nap nap nap sack three forties
Like **** another *****
**** * just dont be da target
Young New Orleans *****
***** just dont be retarded
We done lost everything
And you looking like a bargain
Purple * *** purple drink
Purple heart sergeant
Im the best rapper
In the game no argin
Arguing
And I dont ever write pause
Un-pause this
So keep ya ***** a** lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com ***** 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 ***** balling
Mike Jordan pardon my swag
Even my father rich as *** *
And all my brothers left the family
We said **** it bought two houses in Miami
I cant wait to do cribs
MTV cmon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me
Tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature
Wanna battle Ill beat ya
Im a beastIm a preacher
Im the son of miss cita
Mom dukes my jeter
She the reason she the reason
Everybody woman wanna be
Da boy diva not even
Theres 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 sim seemer
Ten kis in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving
Couldnt do it much cleaner
Im fly in the sky like that
Mutha****in ribbon
*****es got my name on em
And the ***** still living
Spend a condo and a club
One bottle wont do
Two bottles wont do
Bottles for the whole crew thanks
And bring me that Patrone
I dont play
No ice I like my drink straight
Not gay
And ***** that bank come everyday
Im paid
I wish a ***** come invade get sprayed
I stomp a ***** out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the ***** up out
The lake in ten days
Behave no ho
Im on that Rage Rov
Cash Money Young Money
Ho that money age old
And cant 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 **** 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 *****
Or that boy got doe
Go figure thats my *****
Thats my *** ** my nerve
If anybody else want it
Sixty thousand a verse yeah