All this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k

And all this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k

Now, let me be quite Frank `cause I`m that crazy ni**a 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, s**t, 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 f**ked up liver

All this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k

And all this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Ni**az from G-Ro committed to slangin` blo, doublin` dough 24-7
F**k 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
F**ked up off head shots, sippin` Courvoisier watchin` hoes
Drop it like it`s hot, shakin` tits and twats
Placin` big face 20`s and c**k, 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 ni**a `cause it`s gon` catch up

All this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k

And all this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k

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 s**t even come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a ni**a really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherf**ker 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 ni**az just really don`t give a f**k
But some ni**az just really don`t give a f**k

And all this drinkin` gon` catch up
And all this smokin` gon` catch up
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k
But some bitches just really don`t give a f**k

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster
Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south`s dirtiest
Disturbing the peace