Lil Wayne - Georgia... Bush / Weezy'z Ambitionz lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.
[Lil Wayne - Georgia... Bush / Weezy'z Ambitionz lyrics]
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 Orleanswe call him this:
Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
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 fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs
Hurricane Katrina
We should've 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 what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
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 killas in my home
Nigga 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 folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's
(Georgia) Bush we from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the 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 that you gotta have paper
If you tryna come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap
We ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
The mayor say don't worry bout it
And the children have been scorned
No one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fat shout
To all the rappers that helped out
Yeah we like to thank all of y'all
But fuck President (Georgia) 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 dollars
But he do drop bombs
RIP tig' cause he died in the storm
Fuck President (Georgia) 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-tches
I'm from NO the NO yeah!
We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Oh yeah you thought we was done? Nah
Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, 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 motherfuckin' trip
I'm a trip to Japan and
Buy some brand new shit
900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
If you talking 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
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune
Yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross
Tryna keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup
Bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so
I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga
Nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga
Nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you
Looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink
Purple Heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your 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
But my father rich as fuck and
All my brothers left the family
We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
I can't wait to do Cribs MTV, come on
Get at me any rapper wan' get at me
Tell ya label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature
Wanna battle? I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature
I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason
She the reason
Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva
Not even there's a 305 dime I wanted
Ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening
Hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one
Day being Trina
Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving: couldn't
Do it much cleaner i'm fly in the sky
Like that motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on em
And the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club
One bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles
For the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patron, 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 flow
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 hoes
Gotta pay me now for me
To even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga
Or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga
My nerve
If anybody else want it, $60, 000 a verse
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city of New Orleanswe call him this:
Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
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 fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs
Hurricane Katrina
We should've 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 what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want
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 killas in my home
Nigga 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 folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now it's
(Georgia) Bush we from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the 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 that you gotta have paper
If you tryna come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap
We ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
The mayor say don't worry bout it
And the children have been scorned
No one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fat shout
To all the rappers that helped out
Yeah we like to thank all of y'all
But fuck President (Georgia) 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 dollars
But he do drop bombs
RIP tig' cause he died in the storm
Fuck President (Georgia) 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-tches
I'm from NO the NO yeah!
We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from a town where
(Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Oh yeah you thought we was done? Nah
Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, 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 motherfuckin' trip
I'm a trip to Japan and
Buy some brand new shit
900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
If you talking 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
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
Young Tune
Yeah that's what my people call me
50 thousand for the cross
Tryna keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup
Bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so
I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga
Nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga
Nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you
Looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink
Purple Heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
And I don't even write, pause un pause this
So keep your 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
But my father rich as fuck and
All my brothers left the family
We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
I can't wait to do Cribs MTV, come on
Get at me any rapper wan' get at me
Tell ya label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature
Wanna battle? I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature
I'm the son of Miss Cita
Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason
She the reason
Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva
Not even there's a 305 dime I wanted
Ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening
Hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one
Day being Trina
Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving: couldn't
Do it much cleaner i'm fly in the sky
Like that motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on em
And the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club
One bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles
For the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patron, 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 flow
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 hoes
Gotta pay me now for me
To even take these hoes
Price rising for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga
Or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga
My nerve
If anybody else want it, $60, 000 a verse