Текст песни The Neptunes f I-20, Ludacris - It Wasn`t Us
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[Intro - Ludacris]WOO! Ah, Disturbin Tha Peace in this muh`fucker mayynneJust getting startedLudacris, I-20, with the NeptunesGo a lil` somethin like this.[Chorus - Ludacris] + (Girl)They wanna know why, I hit like thatSpit like that, shit like thatMaybe cause I, get like thatKick like that, rip like thatThey wanna know why, I rhyme like thatShine like that, glime like thatCause the world is, mine like that(Yours like that?) Mine like that[Verse 1 - Ludacris]Maaan you could get your whole crewEven niggaz that owe you, and paid you shit!You could drink some cold brewsAnd throw on them bold shoes, and jump in the whip!You could come and find us, and be right behind usAnd insert the clipsYou hear something go CLAK CLAK CLAK!!Somebody went down! But it wasn`t usYou could sell about 2 mill`, get hooked wit a good dealAnd start stacking doughYou could mo-biles, ride 20 inch big wheelsAnd collect some hoesYou could even start eating good, and smoking goodBut you pressing your luckAnd you say what? somebody went bankrupt?!But it wasn`t us[Chorus][Verse 2 - Ludacris]You could be going on worldwide toursAnd see your face on every magazineOr you could flip through channel after channelAnd see yourself on the TV screenYou could pay for expensive videosAnd have a whole lotta big booty hoesBut when that shit start coming to a closeDamn! but it wasn`t usYou could use your backup plan and even call up your backup manAnd start thinking quick!You could call up the backup hoesAnd even call us to backup hoes, and tell `em "suck a dick!"Then you tell `em just to get on theseOr you tell `em just to pay their fees, or to pay them duesAnd if you catching them STDs!Damn! then it wasn`t us[Chorus][Verse 3 - Infamous 2-0]You could bring your whole squad and your bodyguardFuck it dog, you could bring ya blockBut I got me a AK, and a couple of them SK`sSo you all get shotYou could sell them hard, hard, that evilAnd every nigga wanna smoke on the `droAnd when the Fed`s come and kick ya do`, pick up ya hoeI`m like "Whoa, it wasn`t us"You could even flip a whole brick, wit ya whole clickSo everybody riding out on the Spree`sBut you got you a problem dude, I got the robbin` crewsSo everybody gotta get on they kneesYou could even make a chained dog, do the main brawlEven let her stay inside of ya cribBut the bitch got no choice, she love my voiceNow I put it way inside of her grillsYou could even make a phone call, to ya road dogsHere come the nigga that`s fear in the southThen you drive to a new tune, called the NeptunesWell Pharrell would be hearing ya outYou could even try to blame me, cause ya whole crew framed meBut I`m still gon` bustIf the Fed`s try to name me, how ya hate meAnd uh, then it wasn`t us[Chorus x2]