Georgia...Bush Lyrics
| Song | Georgia...Bush |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Dedication 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? The lost city of New Orleans? We call him this… | |
| [Ray Charles sample starts: “Georgia…”] | |
| Bush! Let's go… | |
| Now… this song is dedicated to the one with the suit | |
| thick white skin and his eyes bright blue | |
| so-called beef with you know who | |
| fuckit he just let ‘em kill all our troops | |
| lookit all the bullshit we been through | |
| had a nigga sittin on top of them roofs | |
| Hurricane Katrina we shoulda called it Hurricane Georgia…Bush! | |
| Then they telling y'all lies on the news | |
| the white people smiling like everything cool | |
| but I know people that died in that pool | |
| I know people that died in them schools | |
| now only to survive what to do | |
| got no trailer you got to move | |
| now it's on to Texas and to Georgia… | |
| They tell you what they want to show you | |
| what they want you to see | |
| but they don't let you know what's really going on | |
| make it look like a lotta stealing going on | |
| boy them cops is killers in my home | |
| niggas shot dead in the middle of the street | |
| I ain't no thief I'm just trying to eat | |
| man, fuck the police and President Georgia…Bush! | |
| So what happened to the levees? | |
| Why wasn't they steady? | |
| Why wasn't they able to control this? | |
| I know some folks who live by the levee | |
| they keep on telling me said they heard explosions | |
| same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy in 1965 | |
| I ain't too young to know this | |
| that was President Johnson | |
| but this is President Georgia…Bush! | |
| [chorus] | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I'm still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cried but ain't nobody tried | |
| there's no doubt on my mind it was…Bush! | |
| [repeat] | |
| I was born in a boot at the bottom of the map | |
| New Orleans baby | |
| now the White House hating | |
| trying to wash us away like we not on the map | |
| wait have you heard the latest | |
| they saying you gotta have paper if you tryin' to come back | |
| niggas thinking it's a rap scene | |
| we can't hustle and they drop | |
| we ain't from Georgia… | |
| It's them dead bodies | |
| the lost houses | |
| the mayor says don't worry bout it | |
| and the children have been scorned | |
| no one's here to care bout them | |
| fat shout to all the rappers that helped out | |
| yeah we lucky they called on y'all | |
| but fuck President…Bush! | |
| When you see them Confederate flags | |
| you know what it is | |
| a white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him | |
| now he ain't gonna drop no dollars | |
| but he do drop bombs | |
| R.I.P. to they that died in the storm | |
| but fuck President…Bush! | |
| See us in the city man | |
| give us a pound | |
| if a nigga still moving then he holding it down | |
| I had two Jags but lost both them bitches | |
| I'm from the N.O….the N.O…. | |
| [chorus] | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I'm still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cryin' but ain't nobody tryin' | |
| there's no doubt on my mind it was…Bush! | |
| 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? The lost city of New Orleans? We call him this | |
| Ray Charles sample starts: " Georgia" | |
| Bush! Let' s go | |
| Now this song is dedicated to the one with the suit | |
| thick white skin and his eyes bright blue | |
| socalled beef with you know who | |
| fuckit he just let ' em kill all our troops | |
| lookit all the bullshit we been through | |
| had a nigga sittin on top of them roofs | |
| Hurricane Katrina we shoulda called it Hurricane Georgia Bush! | |
| Then they telling y' all lies on the news | |
| the white people smiling like everything cool | |
| but I know people that died in that pool | |
| I know people that died in them schools | |
| now only to survive what to do | |
| got no trailer you got to move | |
| now it' s on to Texas and to Georgia | |
| They tell you what they want to show you | |
| what they want you to see | |
| but they don' t let you know what' s really going on | |
| make it look like a lotta stealing going on | |
| boy them cops is killers in my home | |
| niggas shot dead in the middle of the street | |
| I ain' t no thief I' m just trying to eat | |
| man, fuck the police and President Georgia Bush! | |
| So what happened to the levees? | |
| Why wasn' t they steady? | |
| Why wasn' t they able to control this? | |
| I know some folks who live by the levee | |
| they keep on telling me said they heard explosions | |
| same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy in 1965 | |
| I ain' t too young to know this | |
| that was President Johnson | |
| but this is President Georgia Bush! | |
| chorus | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I' m still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cried but ain' t nobody tried | |
| there' s no doubt on my mind it was Bush! | |
| repeat | |
| I was born in a boot at the bottom of the map | |
| New Orleans baby | |
| now the White House hating | |
| trying to wash us away like we not on the map | |
| wait have you heard the latest | |
| they saying you gotta have paper if you tryin' to come back | |
| niggas thinking it' s a rap scene | |
| we can' t hustle and they drop | |
| we ain' t from Georgia | |
| It' s them dead bodies | |
| the lost houses | |
| the mayor says don' t worry bout it | |
| and the children have been scorned | |
| no one' s here to care bout them | |
| fat shout to all the rappers that helped out | |
| yeah we lucky they called on y' all | |
| but fuck President Bush! | |
| When you see them Confederate flags | |
| you know what it is | |
| a white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him | |
| now he ain' t gonna drop no dollars | |
| but he do drop bombs | |
| R. I. P. to they that died in the storm | |
| but fuck President Bush! | |
| See us in the city man | |
| give us a pound | |
| if a nigga still moving then he holding it down | |
| I had two Jags but lost both them bitches | |
| I' m from the N. O. the N. O. | |
| chorus | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I' m still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cryin' but ain' t nobody tryin' | |
| there' s no doubt on my mind it was Bush! | |
| 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? The lost city of New Orleans? We call him this | |
| Ray Charles sample starts: " Georgia" | |
| Bush! Let' s go | |
| Now this song is dedicated to the one with the suit | |
| thick white skin and his eyes bright blue | |
| socalled beef with you know who | |
| fuckit he just let ' em kill all our troops | |
| lookit all the bullshit we been through | |
| had a nigga sittin on top of them roofs | |
| Hurricane Katrina we shoulda called it Hurricane Georgia Bush! | |
| Then they telling y' all lies on the news | |
| the white people smiling like everything cool | |
| but I know people that died in that pool | |
| I know people that died in them schools | |
| now only to survive what to do | |
| got no trailer you got to move | |
| now it' s on to Texas and to Georgia | |
| They tell you what they want to show you | |
| what they want you to see | |
| but they don' t let you know what' s really going on | |
| make it look like a lotta stealing going on | |
| boy them cops is killers in my home | |
| niggas shot dead in the middle of the street | |
| I ain' t no thief I' m just trying to eat | |
| man, fuck the police and President Georgia Bush! | |
| So what happened to the levees? | |
| Why wasn' t they steady? | |
| Why wasn' t they able to control this? | |
| I know some folks who live by the levee | |
| they keep on telling me said they heard explosions | |
| same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy in 1965 | |
| I ain' t too young to know this | |
| that was President Johnson | |
| but this is President Georgia Bush! | |
| chorus | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I' m still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cried but ain' t nobody tried | |
| there' s no doubt on my mind it was Bush! | |
| repeat | |
| I was born in a boot at the bottom of the map | |
| New Orleans baby | |
| now the White House hating | |
| trying to wash us away like we not on the map | |
| wait have you heard the latest | |
| they saying you gotta have paper if you tryin' to come back | |
| niggas thinking it' s a rap scene | |
| we can' t hustle and they drop | |
| we ain' t from Georgia | |
| It' s them dead bodies | |
| the lost houses | |
| the mayor says don' t worry bout it | |
| and the children have been scorned | |
| no one' s here to care bout them | |
| fat shout to all the rappers that helped out | |
| yeah we lucky they called on y' all | |
| but fuck President Bush! | |
| When you see them Confederate flags | |
| you know what it is | |
| a white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him | |
| now he ain' t gonna drop no dollars | |
| but he do drop bombs | |
| R. I. P. to they that died in the storm | |
| but fuck President Bush! | |
| See us in the city man | |
| give us a pound | |
| if a nigga still moving then he holding it down | |
| I had two Jags but lost both them bitches | |
| I' m from the N. O. the N. O. | |
| chorus | |
| We from a town where everybody drowned | |
| Everybody died but baby I' m still praying wit' cha! | |
| Everybody cryin' but ain' t nobody tryin' | |
| there' s no doubt on my mind it was Bush! | |
| Bush! |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)