Song lyrics Screwed up by Ludacris

[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 Iīm so fucked up, and screwed up
If anybody try to blow my high, you know what Iīma tell īem

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[(Man) Ludacris]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Iīm screwed up)

[Ludacris]
I feel better than Iīve ever felt before, Ah!
Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, Ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, Iīm loud and clear
I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
īCause my magic tricks, are so fabulous
This shitīs hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus
If you mad at this, damn it then

[Chorus]

[Lilī 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, hereīs a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zagīs and golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs donīt affect my work, I still get my grind on

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[Ludacris]
Iīm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get treated as if Iīm Ebeneezer
Iīm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact letīs call this the thrower potion
Iīm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower motion
I gots to have it,canīt kick the habit, Iīve tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake then

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[Lilī Flip]
Iīm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You ainīt had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but donīt cough, you gotta take it man
If itīs a record for smoking Iīm ībout 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 Iīm off that Mary Jane
And if itīs true what they say
Then I donīt know how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But Iīma keep on writing and lighting
Minds of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that Iīve hired niggers and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes Iīm joking stupid
I love all races but if you hating my music then

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[Lilī Flip]
I love my
Occupation we never have to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 īcause Iīm always getting rest
I wake to breakfest and head
You wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drive my H2? Hmmm?
Iīma take the Lexus instead
Pimping ainīt dead but Iīll leave you niggaz
Dead from all this pimping
Iīm riding spinners like a pimp
Thatīs why Iīm limping

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[Ludacris]
Off substances thatīs controlled
Thatīs how this story goes
I popped the cap, broke the ice
And Lilī Flip done broke the mold
Iīm so cold I think I, see dead people
Nah, thatīs just my homies passed out in the Regal
Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
Iīm calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it

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[Lilī Flip]
We doing this for them players that bank screw music
We donīt 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
īCause if it ainīt 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
Hearīs a quick Luda tip some packets of mustard in your car
Keep mustard god damn it and whoever said the south canīt rhyme

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