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

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

Every I get, bitch 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 finger up I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty and I know it's a sin

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

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

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

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty
up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' stop
drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga it's gon' catch up

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' catch up
But some bitches just really 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' that I was dope and represent for my kinfolk
a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a twist of

My shit even come out better, a blunt put it together
What a nigga need, run up in the club
And a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his out

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

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

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