SINGER: Ludacris

SONG:Catch Up

(chorus)
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really don�t give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly don�t give a fuck
And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don�t give a fuck
But some bitches just really don�t give a fuck
Ludacris-
Now let me be quite frank

Cause i�m that crazy nigga luda
Always got a drink
And i�m steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil that�ll bend you when i get you
I�mma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance i get
Bitch i�m hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
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 i�mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver
(chorus)
Infamous 2-0-
Ey yo i do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward ave. homes
Niggaz from g-ro committed to slanging blo
Doublin� dough 24-7
Fuck 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
Then�ll smoke a l
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippin� courvousier watchin� hoes drop it like it�s
Hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20�s and cock
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 nigga cause it�s gon� catch up
(chorus)
F.a.t.e.-
Now wit the help of hen and coke
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 coke
Ey yo it�s 2-0 i�m eastside�s king
But i�m a writer with a twist of amaretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherfucker 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 bitches!!