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

And all this drinkin' gon' up
And all this smokin' gon' up
But some bitches just really give a fuck
But some bitches just really give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a 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 and essential and clown

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

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll just do it
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 smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't a fuck
But some niggaz just really give a fuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and
Somethin' that I knew was 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 a twist of Amaretto

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

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

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

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