All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Now let me be quite, frank
'Cause I'm that crazy nigga, Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smokin' Buddah, I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch I'm hit, not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the canabis, shit
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'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Ay yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo'
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's, I'm blowin' dro' out the Ac Legend
Runnin' with 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 head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot
Shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock
Loadin' clips and glocks
Knowin' 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
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Now wit' the help of Hen' and Coke
I grab my pad and pen and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit' mo lines than chopped coke
Ay yo it's 2-0, I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto
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 Tyheed 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
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
Get it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest
Disturbing the peace
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