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

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

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga
got a drink and I'm steady 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, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know a sin

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the hot, the ballin' don't stop
drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's catch up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E.
2-0, ATL
We are the south's dirtiest
the peace