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

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

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

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

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

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

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave.
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' 24-7
po-po's 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 ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier hoes
Drop it like hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, clips and glocks

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

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

And all drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this gon' catch up
But bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some just 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
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer a twist of Amaretto

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

Or the club get closed out, if hoes out I show out
Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's 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' gon' up
And all this gon' catch up
But some niggaz really don't give a fuck
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 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 south's dirtiest
Disturbing the