[Chorus]
All this drinking going catch up
And all this smoking going catch up
But some n***as just really don't give a f**
But some n***as just really don't give a f**
And all this drinking going catch up
And all this smoking going catch up
But some b**hes just really don't give a f**
But some b**hes just really don't give a f** Now let me be quite Frank
Cause I'm that crazy n***a Luda
Always got a drink
And I'm steady smoking 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
b**h I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer sh**
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 f**ed up liver [Chorus] Hey yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos
Steward Ave. Homes
n***as from G-Ro committed to slanging blow
Doublin' dough 24-7
f** po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Running 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**ed up off head shots
Sippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's hot
Shaking tits and twats
Placing big face 20's and co*k
Loading clips and glocks
Knowing we got the haters hot
The ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and d**
Live it up young n***a cause it's gon' catch up [Chorus] 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
Hey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King
But I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto
My sh** even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a n***a really need
Run up in the club and blow a motherf**er 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 [Chorus] Git it right
Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest.
Disturbing the peace. Hey bring on the b**hes!