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Ludacris
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Screwed Up
We sendin' this one out from everybody I mean to everybody From the H town to the A town and world wide 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'm a 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, its a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed Zig zags and golden wraps got my mind gone Drugs dont 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 fact lets 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 ruegers
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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And if it's true what they say then I dont know how many cells is left in my fuckin' brain But I'm a keep on writtin' enlighten minds of these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I've hire niggaz and fire crackers On the 4th 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' 9 to 5 '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'm a take the Lexus instead Pimpin' aint dead, but I leave you niggaz dead from all this pimpin' I'm ridin' spinners like a pimp thats 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, thats 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 8 blunts, because we use to it Me and chris like cheech and chong So hurry and bring out the weed and the bong 'Cause if it aint 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 of mustard in your car Keep mustard goddamnit And whoever said niggaz 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
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