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)