Catch Up Lyrics

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[Chorus]All this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon
catch upBut some niggaz just really don't give a fuckBut some niggaz
just relly don't give a fuckAnd all this drinking gon catch upAnd
all this smoking gon catch upBut some bitches just really don't give a
fuckBut some bitches just really don't give a
fuck[Ludacris]Now 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'mma 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'mma rock,
roll, shake, and shiverWith some blacked out lungs and a fucked up
liver[Chorus][Infamous 2-0]Ey yo I do this for
bluntheads and whinos Steward Ave. HomesNiggaz from G-Ro committed to
slanging bloDoublin' dough 24-7Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac
LegendRunnin 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'shotShaking 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][F.A.T.E.]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 cokeEy yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's KingBut I'm a
writer with a twist of AmarettaMy 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][F.A.T.E.]Git it rightLudacris,
F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATLWe are the dirty south's dirtiest.
Disturbing the peace.[White guy]Hey bring on the bitches!!