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    [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 fucked up, and screwed up
    If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I'ma tell 'em

    [Chorus]
    [(Man) Ludacris]
    (Fuck you!) Fuck you!
    (Fuck you!) Fuck you!
    (Fuck you!) Fuck you!
    (Fuck you!) Fuck 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 shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking canibus
    If you mad at this, damn 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 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 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 fucking brain
    But I'ma keep on writing and lighting
    Minds of these hungry rappers
    And tell the hood that I've hired niggers 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
    I get patient we never have to take a piss test
    Fuck 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 niggaz
    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 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

    [Chorus]

    [Lil' Flip]
    We doing this for them players that bank screw music
    We don't 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
    '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 pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test
    Hear's a quick Luda tip some packets of mustard in your car
    Keep mustard god damn it and whoever said the south can't rhyme

    [Chorus]

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