歌曲 | Georgia...Bush |
歌手 | Lil Wayne |
专辑 | Dedication 2 |
下载 | 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! |