Ludacris Catch Up Lyrics

(chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some n____z just really don't give a f___
But some n____z just relly don't give a f___
And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some b____es just really don't give a f___
But some b____es just really don't give a f___

Ludacris-
Now let me be quite frank
Cause I'm that crazy n____ luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'ma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
b____ I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer s___
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old imma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a f___ed up liver

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Infamous 2-0-
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward ave. homes
n____z from g-ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin dough 24-7
f___ po-pos I'm blowin dro out the ac legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like hank aaron
Then I'll smoke a l
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
f___ed up off head shots
Sippin courvousier watchin hoes drop it like it's
Hot
Shaking t__s and t___s
Placing big face 20's and c___
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin don't stop
Just drop more g's on drink and drugs
Live it up young n____ cause it's gon catch up

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F.a.t.e.-
Now wit the help of Hen and c__e
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped c__e
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm eastside's king
But I'm a writer with a twist of amaretta
My s___ even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a n____ really need
Run up in the club and blow a m_________er til he
Bleed
Could it be an icehouse put his lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it's hoes out I show out
Call tyheed get dro'd out
There's no doubt I love my life
Love the light
Love to write
Love the mic
So take a drag
Grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed
Believe me it catch up

(chorus)

Git it right
Ludacris, f.a.t.e. fullster, infamous 2-0, atl
We are the dirty south's dirtiest. disturbing the peace.

White guy-
Hey bring on the b____es!!