Screwed Up lyrics

Artist  : Ludacris 
Song : Screwed Up



 Send "Screwed Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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
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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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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