This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America nY'all might know him as George Bush nBut where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this nn(Georgia x 8 with Wayne) nnNoooowww nThis song is dedicated to the one wit the suit nThick white skin and his eyes bright blue nSo called beef wit you know who nFuck it he just let him kill all of our troops nLook at the bullshit we been through nHad the niggas sittin on top they roofs nHurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush nThen they tellin y'all lies on the news nThe white people smiling like everythin cool nBut I know people that died in that pool nI know people that died in them schools nNow what is the survivor to do? nGot to no trailer, you gotta move nNow it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) nThey tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see nBut they don't let you know what's really goin on nMake it look like a lotta stealin goin on nBoy them cops is killas in my home nNigga shot dead in the middle of the street nI ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eat nMan fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush nSo what happened to the leverage, why wasn't they steady nWhy wasn't they able to control this? nI know some fok' that live by the lever nthat keep on tellin me they heard this, stole this nSame shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy n1965, I ain't too young to know this nThat was President Johnson now nbut it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush nn[Chorus - 2X] nWe from a town where (Georgia) nEverybody drowned, and nEverybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich ya nEverybody cryin but (Georgia) nAint nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush nnNoooowwww nI was born in the boot at the bottom of the map nNew Orleans baby, now the white house hatin, tryin to wash away like we not on the map nWait, have you heard the latest, they sayin you gotta have paper if you tryin to come back nNiggas thinkin it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa) nNoooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say dont worry bout it nAnd the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout em nAnd fash out, to all the rappers that helped out nYea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush nWe see them Confederate flags, you know what it is nA white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him nAnd no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs nR.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush nSee us in ya city man, give us a pound nCuz if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down nI had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es nI'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea! nn[Chorus] nn(DJ Drama: oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw) nnYEA! nMoney money money get a dollar and a dick nWeezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix nGot money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich nBout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES nYep, I'm a muthafuckin trip nI'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit nNine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams nIf you talkin bout bricks, I'm the interstate man nAnd the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing nBoy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring nWalkin a thin line, gotta defend mine nAnd wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM nYoung toon, yea that's what my people call me nFifty thousand for the cause, tryin keep the reaper off me nI drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin nBig money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea nKeep talking and the flame leap off the hip nAnd keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly nYea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties nLike fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be da target nYoung New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded nWe done lost everythin and you lookin like a bargain nPurple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant nI'm the best rapper in the game no argin (arguing) nnAnd I don't ever write, pause nUn-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin nLil Wayne dot com bitch log in nPut a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in nAll in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet nThey usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin nMike Jordan, pardon my swag nEven my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family nWe said fuck it bought two houses in Miami nI can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me nAny rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me nHalf four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya nI'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita nMom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason nEverybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even nThere's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her nGot a topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin nGotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina nNotta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer nGot a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner nI'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon nBitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin nSpend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do nTwo bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks nAnd bring me that Patrone, I don't play nNo ice I like my drink straight, not gay nAnd bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid nI wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed nI stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs nThen they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days nBehave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov nCash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old nAnd can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove nSorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed nGot me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos nGotta pay me now for me to even take these hos nPrice sizin for a show and the flow nSo either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe nGo figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve nIf anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse