All this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck      And all this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck      Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda   Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin' 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, 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 drinkin' 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 fucked up liver      All this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck      And all this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck      Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes   Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' 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' Courvoisier watchin' hoes   Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats   Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks      Knowin' 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      All this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck      And all this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck      Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote   Somethin' 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 Amaretto      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      All this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck   But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck      And all this drinkin' gon' catch up   And all this smokin' gon' catch up   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck   But some bitches just really don't give a fuck      Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster   Infamous 2-0, ATL   We are the dirty south's dirtiest   Disturbing the peace