Catch Up

[Chorus: Ludacris] All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas just really don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Verse 1: Ludacris] Now let me be quite frank 'Cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda Always got a drink And I'm steady smoking buddah I do the Evil that men do when I get you I'ma sit you down Then take it to the mental's essential and clown Every chance I get Bitch I'm hit Not by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the canna-bi-as, shiyat I might just be too high Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake, and shiver With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver [Chorus: Ludacris] All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas just really don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Fate Wilson] Ayo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos Stewart Ave. hoes Niggas from G-Ro committed to slanging blo Doublin' dough 24-7 Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend Runnin wit 2 strike felons And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron Then'll smoke a L Bust shells And dare ya to tell Walk up in the club Pretty thug Fucked up off headshots Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's Hot Shaking tits and twats Placing big face 20's and cock Loading clips and Glocks Knowing we got the haters hot The ballin' don't stop Just drop more G's on drink and drugs Live it up young nigga since it's gon' catch up [Chorus: Ludacris] All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas just really don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Verse 3: I-20] Now with the help of Hen and Coke I grab my pad and pen and wrote Something that I knew was dope And represent for my kinfolk Pimp a ho until she broke Wit mo lines than chopped coke Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta My shit even come out better Grab a blunt put it together What a nigga really need Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he Bleed Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out Or the club get closed out If it's hoes out I show out Call Tauheed get Dro'd out There's no doubt I love my life Love the light Love to write Love the mic So take a drag Grab a bag and match up Hennessey and bad weed Believe me it catch up [Chorus: Ludacris] All this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some niggas just really don't give a fuck Some niggas just really don't give a fuck And all this drinking gon' catch up And all this smoking gon' catch up But some bitches just really don't give a fuck Some bitches just really don't give a fuck [Outro: I-20 & Man] Get it right Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL We are the dirty south's dirtiest Disturbing tha Peace Hey bring on the bitches