It Wasn't Us (Clones Version)

[Intro - Ludacris]

WOO! Ah!

Disturbin Tha Peace in this muh'fucker, mayne

Just getting started

Ludacris, I-20, with the Neptunes

Go a lil' somethin like this

[Hook: Ludacris & (Girl)]

They wanna know why I hit like that

Spit like that, shit like that

Maybe cause I get like that

Kick like that, rip like that

They wanna know why I rhyme like that

Shine like that, glime like that

Cause the world is mine like that

(Yours like that?) Mine like that

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Maaan you could get your whole crew

Even niggas that owe you, and paid you shit!

You could drink some cold brews

And throw on them bold shoes, and jump in the whip!

You could come and find us, and be right behind us

And insert the clips

You hear something go CLAK CLAK CLAK!

Somebody went down! But it wasn't us

You could sell about 2 mill', get hooked wit a good deal

And start stacking dough

You could get your mo-biles, ride 20 inch big wheels

And collect some hoes

You could even start eating good, and smoking good

But you pressing your luck

And you say what? Somebody went bankrupt?!

But it wasn't us

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

You could be going on worldwide tours

And see your face on every magazine

Or you could flip through channel after channel

And see yourself on the TV screen

You could pay for expensive videos

And have a whole lotta big booty hoes

But when that shit start coming to a close

Damn! But it wasn't us

You could use your backup plan

And even call up your backup man and start thinking quick!

You could call up the backup hoes

And even call some to backup those, and tell 'em "suck a dick!"

Then you tell 'em just to get on these

Or you tell 'em just to pay their fees, or to pay them dues

And if you catching them STDs, damn!

But it wasn't us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Infamous 2-0]

You could bring your whole squad and your bodyguard

Fuck it, dog, you could bring ya block

But I got me a AK, and a couple of them SKs

So you all gettin' shot

You could sell them hard-hard, them E pills

And every nigga wanna smoke on the dro

And when the Fed's come and kick ya door, pick up ya ho

I'm like "Whoa!" And it wasn't us

You could even flip a whole brick, wit ya whole click

So everybody riding out on the Sprees

But you got you a problem dude, I got the robbin' crews

So everybody gotta get on they knees

You could even make a chained dog, get a main broad

Even let her stay inside of ya crib

But the bitch got no choice, she love my voice

And now I put it way inside of her grills

You could even make a phone call to ya road dogs

'Cause I'm the nigga that ya fear in the South

Then you try to do a new tune, called the Neptunes

But Pharrell wasn't hearing ya out

You could even try to blame me, cause ya whole crew framed me

But I'm still gon' bust

If the Feds try to name me, hey, it ain't me, and uh

And it wasn't us!

[Hook x2]