text: It's called Catch Up by Ludacris \nhere's the song for you!\n\nArtist: Ludacris \nAlbum: Back For The First Time \nTitle: Catch Up \n \n\n(Chorus)\nAll this drinking gon catch up\nAnd all this smoking gon catch up\nBut some niggaz just really don't give a fuck\nBut some niggaz just relly don't give a fuck\n\nAnd all this drinking gon catch up\nAnd all this smoking gon catch up\nBut some bitches just really don't give a fuck\nBut some bitches just really don't give a fuck\n\n(Ludacris)\nNow let me be quite Frank\nCause I'm that crazy nigga Luda\nAlways got a drink\nAnd I'm steady smoking buddah\nI do the\nEvil that'll bend you when I get you\nI'mma sit you down\nThen take it to the mental and essential and clown\nEvery chance I get\nBitch I'm hit\nNot by no bullet or no pellet \nBut the smoke from the can a beer shit\nI might just be too high\nThen I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by\nAnd say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin\nAnd if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again\nSo when I get old I'mma rock, roll, shake, and shiver\nWith some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver\n\nChorus\n\n(Infamous 2-0)\nEy yo I do this for bluntheads and whinos \nSteward Ave. Homes\nNiggaz from G-Ro committed to slanging blo\nDoublin' dough 24-7\nFuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend\nRunnin wit 2 strike felons\nAnd I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron\nThen'll smoke a L\nBust shells\nAnd dare ya to tell\nWalk up in the club\nPretty thug\nFucked up off head shots\nSippin' Courvousier watchin' hoes drop it like it's\nhot\nShaking tits and twats\nPlacing big face 20's and cock\nLoading clips and glocks\nKnowing we got the haters hot\nThe ballin' don't stop\nJust drop more G's on drink and drugs\nLive it up young nigga since it's gon' catch up\n\nChorus\n\n(F.A.T.E.)\nNow wit the help of Hen and Coke\nI grab my pen and pad and wrote\nSomething that I knew was dope\nAnd represent for my kinfolk\nPimp a hoe until she broke\nWit mo lines than chopped coke\nEy yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King\nBut I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretta\nMy shit even come out better\nGrab a blunt put it together\nWhat a nigga really need\nRun up in the club and blow a motherfucker til he\nbleed\nCould it be an Icehouse put his lights out\nOr the club get closed out\nIf it's hoes out I show out\nCall Tyheed get Dro'd out\nThere's no doubt I love my life\nLove the light\nLove to write\nLove the mic\nSo take a drag\nGrab a bag and match up\nHennessey and bad weed\nBelieve me it catch up\n\nChorus\n\n(F.A.T.E.)\nGit it right\nLudacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster, Infamous 2-0, ATL\nWe are the dirty south's dirtiest. Disturbing the peace.\n\n(White guy)\nHey bring on the bitches!!