Ludacris - Catch Up Lyrics
(chorus)All this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon catch upBut some niggaz just really dont give a *****But some niggaz just relly dont give a *****And all this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon catch upBut some *****es just really dont give a *****But some *****es just really dont give a *****Ludacris-Now let me be quite frankCause Im that crazy nigga ludaAlways got a drinkAnd Im steady smoking buddahI do theEvil thatll bend you when I get youImma sit you downThen take it to the mental and essential and clownEvery chance I get***** Im hitNot by no bullet or no pelletBut the smoke from the can a beer shitI might just be too highThen I put my middle finger up when Im ridin byAnd say hi to plenty liquors and I know its a sinAnd if ya tell me stop drinking Ill just do it againSo when I get old imma rock, roll, shake, and shiverWith some blacked out lungs and a *****ed up liver(chorus)Infamous 2-0-Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinosSteward ave. homesNiggaz from g-ro committed to slanging bloDoublin dough 24-7***** po-pos Im blowin dro out the ac legendRunnin wit 2 strike felonsAnd I pack 4-4s like hank aaronThenll smoke a lBust shellsAnd dare ya to tellWalk up in the clubPretty thug*****ed up off head shotsSippin courvousier watchin hoes drop it like itsHotShaking tits and twatsPlacing big face 20s and *****Loading clips and glocksKnowing we got the haters hotThe ballin dont stopJust drop more gs on drink and drugsLive it up young nigga cause its gon catch up(chorus)F.a.t.e.-Now wit the help of hen and cokeI grab my pen and pad and wroteSomething that I knew was dopeAnd represent for my kinfolkPimp a hoe until she brokeWit mo lines than chopped cokeEy yo its 2-0 Im eastsides kingBut Im a writer with a twist of amarettaMy shit even come out betterGrab a blunt put it togetherWhat a nigga really needRun up in the club and blow a mother*****er til heBleedCould it be an icehouse put his lights outOr the club get closed outIf its hoes out I show outCall tyheed get drod outTheres no doubt I love my lifeLove the lightLove to writeLove the micSo take a dragGrab a bag and match upHennessey and bad weedBelieve me it catch up(chorus)Git it rightLudacris, f.a.t.e. fullster, infamous 2-0, atlWe are the dirty souths dirtiest. disturbing the peace.White guy-Hey bring on the *****es!!
