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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Misty
Misty
Background Vocals
Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Wesley Eric Weston
Wesley Eric Weston
Songwriter
Raymond Poole
Raymond Poole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ruh Anubis Yazid
Ruh Anubis Yazid
Recording Engineer
Scott Kieklak
Scott Kieklak
Recording Engineer
Robert Hannon
Robert Hannon
Recording Engineer
Josh Monroy
Josh Monroy
Recording Engineer
KLC
KLC
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Mo B. Dick
Mo B. Dick
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh yeah
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 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?
[Verse 2]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 3]
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-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
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking cannabis
If you mad at this, damn it then
[Verse 4]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 7]
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 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
[Verse 8]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 9]
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 puffin' Buddha, we in a black Cougar, on Zab Judahs
You try to jack us, we grab Rugers
[Verse 10]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 11]
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 **** and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, open your eyes, I'm joking, stupid
I love all races, but if you hating my music, then
[Verse 12]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 13]
I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test
Fuck a nine-to-five 'cause I'm always getting rest
I wake up to breakfast and head, you wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drive my H2? Hmm, I'ma take the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead, but I'll leave you **** dead from all this pimping
I'm riding spinners like a pimp, that's why I'm limping
[Verse 14]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 15]
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, then
[Verse 16]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
[Verse 17]
Uh, we doing this for them players that bang Screw music
We don't pass out after eight blunts because we used to it
Me and Cris like Cheech and Chong
So hurry, break out he weed and the bong
'Cause if 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
[Verse 18]
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you! (I'm screwed up)
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Raymond Poole, Wesley Eric Weston
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