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Georgia... Bush - текст песни



Georgia... Bush


This song (Texts of songs ) 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











Noooowww


This song (Texts of songs ) 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








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!











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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



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