screwed up lyrics – ludacris

(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 f*cked up, and screwed up
if anybody try to blow my high, you know what i’ma tell ’em

[chorus]
[(man) ludacris]
(f*ck you!) f*ck you!
(f*ck you!) f*ck you!
(f*ck you!) f*ck you!
(f*ck you!) f*ck 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 sh*t’s hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus
if you mad at this, d*mn 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 sh*t 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 f*cking brain
but i’ma keep on writing and lighting
minds of these hungry rappers
and tell the hood that i’ve hired n*gg*rs 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 p*ss test
f*ck 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 n*gg*z
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 p*ssed 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 p*ss 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 p*ss the sobriety and breathalyzer test
hear’s a quick luda tip some packets of mustard in your car
keep mustard god d*mn it and whoever said the south can’t rhyme

[chorus]

/ ludacris lyrics