H.A.W.K. - Let's Get f**ed Up lyrics

(*talking*) Well alright now, we getting f**ed up In this motherf**er, 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 n***a, smoke it up If you gonna drank n***a, po' it up Man I'm feeling good, let's get f**ed 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 f**ed 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 n***a, pa** 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, n***a smoke it up If you gonna drink, n***a po' it up Man I'm feeling good, let's get f**ed up (f**ed up) f**ed up, (f**ed up) f**ed up Man let's get f**ed up, (f**ed up) f**ed up (f**ed up), f**ed 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 f**ed 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 sh**, here come that roaching b**h (how can I hit the weed), b**h please This that good sh**, 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, f**ed 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 s*ut It's really all gravy brah, on the real Willo, let em know the deal [Hook] (*talking*) Are y'all f**ed 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, n***a smoke it up If you got the drank, n***a po' it up Man I'm feeling good, let's get f**ed up f**ed up, f**ed up Man let's get f**ed up, f**ed up, f**ed up