Lirik Lagu Catch Up - Ludacris
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Chorus:All this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon catch upBut some niggaz just really don't give a fuckBut some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
And all this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon catch upBut some bitches just really don't give a fuckBut some bitches just really don't give a fuck
[Ludacris]Now let me be quite FrankCause I'm that crazy nigga LudaAlways got a drinkAnd I'm steady smoking buddahI do theEvil that'll bend you when I get youI'mma sit you downThen take it to the mental and essential and clownEvery chance I getBitch I'm hitNot by no bullet or no pelletBut the smoke from the can a beer shitI might just be too highThen I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' byAnd say hi plenty liquors and I know it's a sinAnd if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it againSo when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiverWith some black out lungs and a fucked up liver
(Chorus)
[Infamous 2-0]Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinosSteward Ave. HomesNiggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging bloDoublin' dough 24-7Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac LegendRunnin wit 2 strike felonsAnd I pack 4-4's like Hank AaronThen'll smoke a LBust shellsAnd dare ya to tellWalk up in the clubPretty thugFucked up off head shotsSippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it'shotShaking tits and twatsPlacing big face 20's and cockLoading clips and glocksKnowing we got the haters hotThe ballin' don't stopJust drop more G's on drink and drugsLive it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up
(Chorus)
[F.A.T.E.]Now wit the help of Hen and CokeI grab my pen and pad and wroteSomething that I knew was dopeAnd represent for my kinfolkPimp a hoe until she brokeWit mo lines than chopped cokeEy yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's KingBut I'm a writer with a twist of AmarettaMy shit even come out betterGrab a blunt put it togetherWhat a nigga really needRun up in the club and blow a motherfucker til hebleedCould it be an Icehouse put his lights outOr the club get closed outIf it's hoes out I show outCall Tyheed get Dro'd outThere's no doubt I love my lifeLove the lightLove to writeLove the micSo take a dragGrab a bag and match upHennessey and bad weedBelieve me it catch up
(Chorus)
[F.A.T.E.]Git it rightLudacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATLWe are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.
[White guy]Hey bring on the bitches!!
And all this drinking gon catch upAnd all this smoking gon catch upBut some bitches just really don't give a fuckBut some bitches just really don't give a fuck
[Ludacris]Now let me be quite FrankCause I'm that crazy nigga LudaAlways got a drinkAnd I'm steady smoking buddahI do theEvil that'll bend you when I get youI'mma sit you downThen take it to the mental and essential and clownEvery chance I getBitch I'm hitNot by no bullet or no pelletBut the smoke from the can a beer shitI might just be too highThen I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' byAnd say hi plenty liquors and I know it's a sinAnd if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it againSo when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiverWith some black out lungs and a fucked up liver
(Chorus)
[Infamous 2-0]Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinosSteward Ave. HomesNiggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging bloDoublin' dough 24-7Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac LegendRunnin wit 2 strike felonsAnd I pack 4-4's like Hank AaronThen'll smoke a LBust shellsAnd dare ya to tellWalk up in the clubPretty thugFucked up off head shotsSippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it'shotShaking tits and twatsPlacing big face 20's and cockLoading clips and glocksKnowing we got the haters hotThe ballin' don't stopJust drop more G's on drink and drugsLive it up young nigga cause it's gon' catch up
(Chorus)
[F.A.T.E.]Now wit the help of Hen and CokeI grab my pen and pad and wroteSomething that I knew was dopeAnd represent for my kinfolkPimp a hoe until she brokeWit mo lines than chopped cokeEy yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's KingBut I'm a writer with a twist of AmarettaMy shit even come out betterGrab a blunt put it togetherWhat a nigga really needRun up in the club and blow a motherfucker til hebleedCould it be an Icehouse put his lights outOr the club get closed outIf it's hoes out I show outCall Tyheed get Dro'd outThere's no doubt I love my lifeLove the lightLove to writeLove the micSo take a dragGrab a bag and match upHennessey and bad weedBelieve me it catch up
(Chorus)
[F.A.T.E.]Git it rightLudacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATLWe are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.
[White guy]Hey bring on the bitches!!
