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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

    [Ray Charles sample:] 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
    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 (Geeoorrggiaa) 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 (Geeoorrggiiaa)
    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
    Boy 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 (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
    So what happened to the leverage, why wasn't they steady
    Why wasn't they able to control this?
    I know some fok' that live by the lever
    that keep on tellin me they heard this, stole this
    Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
    1965, I ain't too young to know this
    That was President Johnson now
    but it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush

    [Chorus - 2X]
    We from a town where (Georgia)
    Everybody drowned, and
    Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich ya
    Everybody cryin but (Georgia)
    Aint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

    Noooowwww
    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 (Geeoorrggiaa)
    Noooww it's 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
    Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) 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. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
    See us in ya city man, give us a pound
    Cuz if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down
    I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
    I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!

    [Chorus]

    ([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)

    YEA!
    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 shotty 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, yea 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 sleep walkin
    Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
    Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
    And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
    Yea, 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
    Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
    Lil Wayne dot 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 Patrone, 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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