Lil Wayne - Georgia.....Bush

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Lil Wayne - Georgia.....Bush
Topic Started: Dec 19 2006, 08:13 PM (81 Views)
supaboy47	Dec 19 2006, 08:13 PM Post #1
Da King / AC Prezident Posts: 3,698 Group: AC Prezident Member #1 Joined: April 1, 2006	Sorry if this song seems a lil racist but its just how Lil Wayne felt towards "Georgia" Bush after he aided in destroying New Orleans. Lil Wayne - Georgia......Bush 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 Diick 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 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 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 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 tryin, 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 scorned 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 When you 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-tches 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
	"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." [Blazing Heat Dynasty]


SkiLLzSince85'	Dec 19 2006, 09:41 PM Post #2
Top Member of Society Posts: 805 Group: AC Authorities Member #41 Joined: May 10, 2006	hot but old as shit....These anti-president and songs about new orleans is dope but i want to see more being done as well.
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supaboy47	Dec 19 2006, 10:19 PM Post #3
Da King / AC Prezident Posts: 3,698 Group: AC Prezident Member #1 Joined: April 1, 2006	yea me too man
	"The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." [Blazing Heat Dynasty]


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