Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch Up, artist - Ludacris.
Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Song language: English
Catch Up |
All this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
Some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
And all this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
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 smoking buddah |
I do the |
Evil that men do when I get you |
I’ma sit you down |
Then take it to the mental’s essential and clown |
Every chance I get |
Bitch I’m hit |
Not by no bullet or no pellet |
But the smoke from the canna-bi-as, shiyat |
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 drinking 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 drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
Some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
And all this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
Some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
Ayo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos |
Stewart Ave. hoes |
Niggas from G-Ro committed to slanging 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 headshots |
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it’s Hot |
Shaking tits and twats |
Placing big face 20's and cock |
Loading clips and Glocks |
Knowing we got the haters hot |
The ballin' don’t stop |
Just drop more G’s on drink and drugs |
Live it up young nigga since it’s gon' catch up |
All this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
Some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
And all this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
Some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
Now with the help of Hen and Coke |
I grab my pad and pen and wrote |
Something that I knew was dope |
And represent for my kinfolk |
Pimp a ho 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 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 it’s hoes out I show out |
Call Tauheed 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 drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
Some niggas just really don’t give a fuck |
And all this drinking gon' catch up |
And all this smoking gon' catch up |
But some bitches just really don’t give a fuck |
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 tha Peace |
Hey bring on the bitches |