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 x 8 with Wayne)       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