Ludacris - Catch Up
[Chorus]All this drinking going catch upAnd all this smoking going catch upBut some niggas just really don't give a fuckBut some niggas just really don't give a fuckAnd all this drinking going catch upAnd all this smoking going catch upBut some bitches just really don't give a fuckBut some bitches just really don't give a fuckNow let me be quite FrankCause I'm that crazy nigga LudaAlways got a drinkAnd I'm steady smoking buddahI do theEvil that'll bend you when I get youI'ma sit you downThen take it to the mental and essential and clownEvery chance I getBitch I'm hitNot by no bullet or no pellet But the smoke from the can a beer shitI might just be too highThen I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' byAnd say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sinAnd if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it againSo when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake, and shiverWith some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver[Chorus]Hey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. HomesNiggas from G-Ro committed to slanging blowDoublin' dough 24-7Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac LegendRunning wit 2 strike felonsAnd I pack 4-4's like Hank AaronThen'll smoke a LBust shellsAnd dare ya to tellWalk up in the clubPretty thugFucked up off head shotsSippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hotShaking tits and twatsPlacing big face 20's and cockLoading clips and glocksKnowing we got the haters hotThe ballin' don't stopJust drop more G's on drink and drugsLive it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up[Chorus]Now wit the help of Hen and CokeI grab my pen and pad and wroteSomething that I knew was dopeAnd represent for my kinfolkPimp a hoe until she brokeWit mo lines than chopped cokeHey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's KingBut I'm a writer with a twist of AmarettoMy shit even come out betterGrab a blunt put it togetherWhat a nigga really needRun up in the club and blow a motherfucker til hebleedCould it be an Icehouse put his lights outOr the club get closed outIf it's hoes out I show outCall Tyheed get Dro'd outThere's no doubt I love my lifeLove the lightLove to writeLove the micSo take a dragGrab a bag and match upHennessey and bad weedBelieve me it catch up[Chorus]Git it rightLudacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATLWe are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.Hey bring on the bitches!
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