[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]