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All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a

Now, let me be quite 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm smokin' buddah
I do the evil bend you when I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the and essential and clown

Every chance I get, I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might be too high
Then I put my middle up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty and I know it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and
With some blacked out lungs and a up liver

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't a fuck
But some bitches just don't give a fuck

Ey yo, I do for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough
po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big face and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't
Just drop G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' up

All drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a put it together
What a nigga really need, run up in the
And blow a til he bleed
Could it be an put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get out, there's no doubt I love my life
the light, love to write, love the mic
So take a drag, a bag and match up
and bad weed, believe me it catch up

All this drinkin' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some bitches really don't give a fuck
But some just really don't give a fuck

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the dirty dirtiest
the peace