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(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 Letras de cancionesGot 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 From Letras Mania