[Chorus: Ludacris]

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

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

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

[Chorus: Ludacris]

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

[Verse 2: Fate Wilson]

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 with two 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 twenties and cock

Loading clips and Glocks, knowing we got the haters hot

The ballin' don't stop, just drop more Gs on drink and drugs

Live it up young nigga since it's gon' catch up

[Chorus: Ludacris]

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

[Verse 3: I-20]

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 hoe until she broke

With mo' lines than chopped coke

Ayo, 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

[Chorus: Ludacris]

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

[Outro: I-20 & Man]

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