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 levees, why wasn't they steady   Why wasn't they able to control this?   I know some fok' that live by the levee   that keep on tellin me they heard explosions   Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy   1965, I ain't too young to know this   That was President Johnson now   but it's (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 'cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) 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 bi-tch-es   I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!      [Chorus] niggas like ta poop      ([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 be da 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