Screwed Up (feat. Lil' Flip)

We sendin' this one out from everybody I mean to everybody From the H town to the A town and worldwide So get your lighters, get your drank 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? Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up I felt better than I ever felt before, I'm Intoxicated but maintaining self-control, I I took a swig, I had a jug chug-a-lug, 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 fabolous This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smokin' cannibus If you mad at this, damn it then Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up I take a call to my dog trying to split the blunt and break it up Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I got to shake it up I tried to kick the habit, but it keep callin' me Abracadabra, it's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed Zigzags and golden wraps got my mind gone Drugs don't effect my work, I still get my grind on Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up I'm leanin' like the tower of Pisa and a syrum squeezer Come close to my stash and get treated as if I'm Ebaneeza I'm throwed, blowed, matter of fact, let's call this 'the thrower potion I'm screwed up, so no wonder thangs 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 mistaken then Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up I'm from screwed up Texas We drive wreckless, and then we peel off You ain't had shit until you smoke sweet tooth in Jack Frost Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man If it's a record for smokin' I'm bout' to break it man Me and Luda puffin' buda We in a black Cougar on Sab Jewelers You try to jack us, we grab rulers Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up 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 fuckin' brain But I'ma keep on writin' enlighten minds of these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fire crackers On the Fourth of July, open your eyes, I'm jokin' stupid I love all races, but if you hatin' my music then Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test Fuckin' nine-to-five 'cause I'm always gettin' rest I wake up to breakfast in head You wake up to breakfast in bed Should I drop my H2, hmm, I'ma take the Lexus instead Pimpin' ain't dead, but I leave you niggas dead from all this pimpin' I'm ridin' spinners like a pimp, that's why I'm limpin' Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up All substances that's controlled, that's how this story goes I pop the cap, broke the ice and lil' flip done broke the mould I'm so cold, I think I see dead people No, 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, then Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up We doin' this for them playas that bang screw music We don't pass out after eight blunts, because we used to it Me and 'Cris like chee chee chong So hurry, bring out the weed and the bones '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 Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up Haha, haha, ha-ha So there you have it Sendin' this one out to all my drankers And all my smokers United and lighted we stand, inebriated we fall But if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test Here's a quick Luda tip Some packets were busted in your car Keep bustin' goddamn it And whoever said niggas in the South can't rhyme Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you I'm screwed up