[Chorus]
All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggaz just really donīt give a fuck
But some niggaz just relly donīt give a fuck
And all this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really donīt give a fuck
But some bitches just really donīt give a fuck
[Ludacris]
Now let me be quite Frank
Cause Iīm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink
And Iīm steady smoking buddah
I do the
Evil thatīll bend you when I get you
Iīmma sit you down
Then take it to the mental and essential and clown
Every chance I get
Bitch Iīm 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 Iīm ridinī by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know itīs a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking Iīll just do it again
So when I get old Iīmma rock, roll, shake, and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver
[Chorus]
[Infamous 2-0]
Ey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo
Doublinī dough 24-7
Fuck po-poīs Iīm blowinī dro out the Ac Legend
Runnin wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4īs like Hank Aaron
Thenīll smoke a L
Bust shells
And dare ya to tell
Walk up in the club
Pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots
Sippinī Courvousier watchinī hoes drop it like itīs
hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20īs and cock
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballinī donīt stop
Just drop more Gīs on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga cause itīs gonī catch up
[Chorus]
[F.A.T.E.]
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo itīs 2-0 Iīm Eastsideīs King
I came with a Beretta with a twist of Amaretta
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 itīs hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Droīd out
Thereīs 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
[Chorus]
[F.A.T.E.]
Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty southīs dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.
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