LUDACRIS - Catch Up lyrics

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(chorus)<br>All this drinking gon catch up<br>And all this smoking gon catch up<br>But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck<br>But some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck<br>And all this drinking gon catch up<br>And all this smoking gon catch up<br>But some bitches just really don't give a fuck<br>But some bitches just really don't give a fuck<br><br>Ludacris-<br>Now let me be quite frank<br>Cause I'm that crazy nigga luda<br>Always got a drink<br>And I'm steady smoking buddah<br>I do the<br>Evil that'll bend you when I get you<br>I'mma sit you down<br>Then take it to the mental and essential and clown<br>Every chance I get<br>Bitch I'm hit<br>Not by no bullet or no pellet<br>But the smoke from the can a beer shit<br>I might just be too high<br>Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by<br>And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin<br>And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again<br>So when I get old i'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver<br>With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>Infamous 2-0-<br>Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos<br>Steward ave. homes<br>Niggaz from g-ro committed to slanging blo<br>Doublin' dough 24-7<br>Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the ac legend<br>Runnin wit 2 strike felons<br>And I pack 4-4's like hank aaron<br>Then'll smoke a l<br>Bust shells<br>And dare ya to tell<br>Walk up in the club<br>Pretty thug<br>Fucked up off head shots<br>Sippin' courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's<br>Hot<br>Shaking tits and twats<br>Placing big face 20's and cock<br>Loading clips and glocks<br>Knowing we got the haters hot<br>The ballin' don't stop<br>Just drop more g's on drink and drugs<br>Live it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>F.a.t.e.-<br>Now wit the help of hen and coke<br>I grab my pen and pad and wrote<br>Something that I knew was dope<br>And represent for my kinfolk<br>Pimp a hoe until she broke<br>Wit mo lines than chopped coke<br>Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm eastside's king<br>But I'm a writer with a twist of amaretta<br>My shit even come out better<br>Grab a blunt put it together<br>What a nigga really need<br>Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he<br>Bleed<br>Could it be an icehouse put his lights out<br>Or the club get closed out<br>If it's hoes out I show out<br>Call tyheed get dro'd out<br>There's no doubt I love my life<br>Love the light<br>Love to write<br>Love the mic<br>So take a drag<br>Grab a bag and match up<br>Hennessey and bad weed<br>Believe me it catch up<br><br>(chorus)<br><br>Git it right<br>Ludacris, f.a.t.e. fullster, infamous 2-0, atl<br>We are the dirty south's dirtiest. disturbing the peace.<br><br>White guy-<br>Hey bring on the bitches!!