Screwed Up - Ludacris, Lil' Flip

Ah yeah, we sending this one out

From everybody I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town

To worldwide so get your lighters, get your drink

And I tell you what I’m so fucked up, and screwed up If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I’ma tell 'em

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!

(Fuck you!) Fuck you!

(I'm screwed up)

I feel better than I’ve ever felt before, Ah!

Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, Ah!

I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I’m loud and clear

I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear

'Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous

This shit’s hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus

If you mad at this, damn it then

I made a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up

I tried to kick the habit, but it keep calling me Abracadabra, here’s a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed

Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind gone

Drugs don’t affect my work, I still get my grind on

I’m leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer

Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I’m Ebeneezer

I’m throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let’s call this the thrower potion

I’m screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion

I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I’ve tried to shake it The drug experiment stage if you mistake then

I’m from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off

You ain’t had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost

Hit it twice but don’t cough, you gotta take it man

If it’s a record for smoking I’m 'bout to break it man

Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black Cougar

On Zap Judas, you try to jack us we grab rulers

How can I say it plain?

That I’m off that Mary Jane

And if it’s true what they say

Then I don’t know how many cells is left in my fucking brain

But I’ma keep on writing and lighting

Minds of these hungry rappers

And tell the hood that I’ve hired niggers and fired crackers

On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes I’m joking stupid

I love all races but if you hating my music then

I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test

Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I’m always getting rest

I wake to breakfest and head

You wake up to breakfast in bed

Should I drive my H2?

Hmmm?

I’ma take the Lexus instead

Pimping ain’t dead but I’ll leave you niggaz

Dead from all this pimping

I’m riding spinners like a pimp

That’s why I’m limpin'

Off substances that’s controlled

That’s how this story goes

I popped the cap, broke the ice

And Lil’Flip done broke the mold

I’m so cold I think I, see dead people

Nah, that’s just my homies passed out in the Regal

Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me

I’m calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it We doing this for them players that bank screw music

We don’t pass out after 8 blunts, because we used to it Me and Cris like cheech &chong

So hurry, break out the weed and the bong

'Cause if it ain’t Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone

And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down

And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown

Hahahahahaha So there you have it Sending this one out to all my drinkers and all my smokers

United and lighted we stand inebriated we fall

And if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test

Hear’s a quick Luda tip some packets of mustard in your car

Keep mustard god damn it and whoever said niggas in the south can’t rhyme