Ludacris Lyrics

Album: CHICKEN N BEER

Screwed Up Lyrics

(feat. Lil' Flip)

 [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

 

 [Chorus]

 [(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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Lil' Flip]

 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 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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [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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