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... georgia bush... [x4] 

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: x2] 

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... [x2] 



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