Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton - It Wasn't Us (Clones Version) lyrics

[Intro - Ludacris] WOO! Ah, Disturbin Tha Peace in this muh'f**er mayynne 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, sh** 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 n***as that owe you, and paid you sh**! 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 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 sh** 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 us to backup hoes, and tell 'em "s** 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! then it wasn't us [Hook] [Verse 3 - Infamous 2-0] You could bring your whole squad and your bodyguard f** it dog, you could bring ya block But I got me a AK, and a couple of them SK's So you all get shot You could sell them hard, hard, that evil And every n***a wanna smoke on the 'dro And when the Fed's come and kick ya do', pick up ya ho I'm like "Whoa, it wasn't us" You could even flip a whole brick, wit ya whole click So everybody riding out on the Spree's 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, do the main brawl Even let her stay inside of ya crib But the b**h got no choice, she love my voice Now I put it way inside of her grills You could even make a phone call, to ya road dogs Here come the n***a that's fear in the south Then you drive to a new tune, called the Neptunes Well Pharrell would be hearing ya out You could even try to blame me, cause ya whole crew framed me But I'm still gon' bust If the Fed's try to name me, how ya hate me And uh, then it wasn't us [Hook x2]