Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Ludacris - Screwed up ------------------------------------------ [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 [Chorus] [(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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [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 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 [Chorus]