Catch Up

作曲：C. Bridges,A. WIlson,B. Sandimanie

All this drinking going catch up

And all this smoking going catch up

But some ** just really don't give a **

But some ** just really don't give a **

And all this drinking going catch up

And all this smoking going catch up

But some ** just really don't give a **

But some ** just really don't give a **

Now let me be quite Frank

Cause I'm that crazy ** 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

** I'm hit

Not by no bullet or no pellet

But the smoke from the can a beer **

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'ma rock, roll, shake, and shiver

With some blacked out lungs and a **ed up liver

Hey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos

Steward Ave

Homes

** from G-Ro committed to slanging blow

Doublin' dough 24-7

** po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend

Running 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

**ed up off head shots

Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot

Shaking ** and twats

Placing big face 20's and **

Loading clips and glocks

Knowing we got the haters hot

The ballin' don't stop

Just drop more G's on drink and **

Live it up young ** cause it's gon' catch up

Now wit the help of Hen and **

I grab my pen and pad and wrote

Something that I knew was **

And represent for my kinfolk

Pimp a hoe until she broke

Wit mo lines than chopped **

Hey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King

But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

My ** even come out better

Grab a blunt put it together

What a ** really need

Run up in the club and blow a ** 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 **

Believe me it catch up

Git it right

Ludacris, F

A

T

E

Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL

We are the dirty south's dirtiest

Disturbing the peace

Hey bring on the **!