(feat. H.A.W.K., Big Pokey, Dannie Marie) 



[talking:] 

Well alright now, we getting fucked up 

In this motherfucker, with the Screwed Up Click 

And this is what, we want y'all to do 

Light it up, roll it up 

Throwed as a dyke nigga, smoke it up 

If you gonna drank nigga, po' it up 

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up 



[Lil' O:] 

I'm fresh off, probation 

So I bought me, some inhalation 

To celebrate this, pimp occasion 

It's going down, no time for waiting 

Call the drank man, bring me a pint 

And I don't even drink drink, but I'm drinking tonight 

Went straight to the sto' and I bought me a Sprite 

Told the chink ring me up, I need plenty of ice 

It's time to get fucked up, and I ain't playing 

Got my cigarillo white up, know I'm saying 

No plex, we just straight parlaying 

It's a gangsta party it's on me, so nobody's paying 

So smoke and choke, drink what you want 

But don't be no roach nigga, pass the blunt 

Got the Belve' and the Cris', if that's what you want 

Man you ain't got to front, enjoy yourself 



[Hook:] 

Light it up, roll it up 

Throwed as a dyke, nigga smoke it up 

If you gonna drink, nigga po' it up 

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up 

(fucked up) fucked up, (fucked up) fucked up 

Man let's get fucked up, (fucked up) 

Fucked up (fucked up), fucked up 



[H.A.W.K.:] 

Man I'm feeling good, just left the hood 

And smoked some good, now the point is understood 

Light it up, roll it up 

I'm getting fucked up, in my pick-up truck 

Like the big bad wolf, I'll huff and puff 

And huff and puff, till my lungs about to bust 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

I follow it up, with a cup of purple stuff 

And ooh-wee, I'm on a P-I-N-T 

L-E-A-N-I-N-G 

The blunt is lit, I'm smoking like a barbecue pit 

And aw shit, here come that roaching bitch 

(how can I hit the weed), bitch please 

This that good shit, that grow on trees 

No sticks no seeds, so I had to trip 

What you got on the weed, she said (my lips) I let her hit 



[Hook] 



[Big Pokey:] 

I'm feeling dizzy right now, my buzz just snuck up 

I'm trying to get like the economy, fucked up 

I stay doped up, like everyday 

On this seedless weed, and the Grand Mane 

I don't play, gotta do what the song say 

Kick back, and grab my weed tray 

Ay, I gotta twist some'ing up 

This the City of Syrup, I gotta mix some'ing up 

I stay fixed up, cause I love the feeling 

Get high, like the cost of living when I'm chilling 

Three wheeling, when I raise it up 

Layed back parlaying, when I blaze it up 

Don't make me, purple haze it up 

I'm bout to leave the boat with a fo', and a cajun slut 

It's really all gravy brah, on the real 

Willo, let em know the deal 



[Hook] 



[talking:] 

Are y'all fucked up (yeah), well alright now 

On the count of three, I want y'all to repeat after me 

One, two, three... 



[Dannie Marie:] 

Light it up, roll it up 

Don't hesitate, nigga smoke it up 

If you got the drank, nigga po' it up 

Man I'm feeling good, let's get fucked up 

Fucked up, fucked up 

Man let's get fucked up, fucked up, fucked up