Screwed Up

Oh yeah

We sendin this one out for everybody

I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town and worldwide

So get your lighters, get your drank

And I'll tell you what I'm so fucked up and screwed up

If anybody try to blow my high you know what I'mma tell 'em

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I'm screwed up

I feel better than I've ever felt before I

Intoxicated but maintainin 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 fabulous, the shit's hazardous

Got amateurs smokin cannabis, if you mad at this dammit then

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I'm screwed up

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 (what happened?) but it keep callin me

Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed

Zig Zags and golden wraps got my mind gone

Drugs don't affect my work, I still get my grind on

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I'm screwed up

I'm leanin like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer

Come close to my stash and get treated as if I'm Ebenezer

I'm throwed, blowed, matter 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 it then

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I'm screwed up

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 smokin I'm 'bout to break it man

Me and Luda puffin buddha, we in the black Cougar

On Zab Judahs, you try to jack us, we grab rugers

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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'mma keep on writin, enlighten minds of these hungry rappers

And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fired crackers

On the 4th of July, open your eyes, I'm jokin stupid

I love all races but if you hatin my music then

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I'm screwed up

I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test

Fuck a 9 to 5 cause I'm always gettin rest

I wake up to breakfast and head, you wake up to breakfast in bed

Should I drive my H2? Hmm, I'mma 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 lippin

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I'm screwed up

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, naw

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

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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 Chris like Cheech and Chong

So hurry, bring 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

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I'm screwed up

Hahahaha

So there you have it

Sendin this one out to all my drinkers, and all my smokers

United and lighted we stand, inebriated we fall

And if you wanna pass your sobriety breathalyzer test

Here's a quick Luda tip, some packets of mustard in your car

Keep mustard goddammit

And whoever said niggas in the South can't rhyme

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I'm screwed up