Текст песни Ludacris f F.A.T.E., Infamous 2-0 - Catch Up *
Ludacris f F.A.T.E., Infamous 2-0 - Catch Up * слова песни
* a different version appears on "Back for the First Time"[Chorus]All this drinking gon` catch upAnd all this smoking gon` catch upBut some niggas just really don`t give a fuckBut some niggas just relly don`t give a fuckAnd 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`ma 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-i-bis shitI might just be too highThen I put my middle finger up when I`m ridin` byAnd say hi to 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`ma rock, roll, shake, and shiverWith some blacked 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`s hotShaking 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 till he bleedCould 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]