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This song right here is dedicated
To the President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans, we call him this

Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia

Now, 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
Fuck it, he just let him kill all of our troops

Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sittin' on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane
(Georgia)
Bush
Then they tellin' y'all lies on the news

The white people smiling like everythin' 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 it's on to Texas and to
(Georgia)
They tell you what they want
Show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really goin' on
Make it look like a lotta stealin' goin' on

All them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin' to eat
Man, fuck the police and president
(Georgia)
Bush

So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady?
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levy
That keep on tellin' me they heard explosions

Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
Young President Johnson but now it's
(Georgia)
Bush

We from a town where
(Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby I'm still prayin' with ya

Everybody cryin' but
(Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia)
Bush

We from a town where
(Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby I'm still prayin' with ya

Everybody cryin' but
(Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia)
Bush

Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House hatin'
Tryin' to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest?
They sayin' you gotta have paper if you tryin' to come back

Niggas thinkin' it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from
(Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
The mayor say don't worry 'bout it

And the children have been scared
No one's here to care bout 'em
And lash out to all the rappers that helped out
Yeah, we like it they call on y'all, but fuck President
(Georgia)
Bush

We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tig' 'cause he died in the storm, fuck President
(Georgia)
Bush

See us in ya city man, give us a pound
'Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags but I lost both them bitches
I'm from N.O., the N.O., yeah

We from a town where

(Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby I'm still prayin' with ya

Everybody cryin' but
(Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia)
Bush

We from a town where
(Georgia)
Everybody drowned and everybody died
But baby I'm still prayin' with ya

Everybody cryin' but
(Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia)
Bush

Oh yeah, you thought we was done? Naw

Yeah, money, money, money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
'Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist, yes

Yep, I'm a muthafuckin' trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talkin' 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man

And the women say, "Damn them, niggas don't say a damn thing"
Boy, I bet that shorty make you bounce like a bed spring
Walkin' a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb
Boom!

Young Toon, yeah, that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, tryin' keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleepwalkin'
Big money for the grill, so I'm 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 fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded

We done lost everythin' and you lookin' like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no argin'
(Arguing)

And I don't ever write, pause, unpause this
So keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
lilwayne.com, bitch 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 nigga ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father, rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it, bought two houses in Miami

I can't wait to do Cribs, MTV, c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of Miss Cita

Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evenin', hotter than a tub steamin'

Gotcha girlfriend dreamin' of one day bein' Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin', couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on 'em and the nigga still livin'

Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrón, I don't play
No ice, I like my drink straight, not gay

And bitch, that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days

Behave no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't 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 fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizin' for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse

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