Screwed Up Lyrics

Screwed Up lyrics

[Man coughs]
[Man talking]
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

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[(Man) Ludacris]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!)
Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed
up)

[Ludacris]
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

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[Lil' Flip]
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

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[Ludacris]
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

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[Lil' Flip]
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 rugers

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[Ludacris]
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

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[Lil' Flip]
I love my
I get patient 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 limping

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[Ludacris]
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

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[Lil' Flip]
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

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[Man
talking]
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 the south can't rhyme

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