Tytuł: Catch Up

• Wykonawca: Ludacris
• Wyświetleń: 311

[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]
  
  [F.A.T.E.]
  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!!