🎵 Who Not Me // by Ludacris

14 ContributorsWho Not Me Lyrics [Intro: Small World & Ludacris] Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin somethin And you think they talking bout you, you not quite sho' knahmsayin But it ain't no way they talking bout you Introducing the new members of Disturbing Tha Peace Small World - from Norfolk, Dolla Boi - from Playaz Circle Here we go what? [Chorus: Ludacris] Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me [Verse 1: Small World] 3, 2, 1 - what's begun, is the start But bitch we be saying we "we just getting started it since one" Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it How bout I pull it out and kapaowee, I'll heat 'em up as hot as Maui Big Small World, Norfolk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans Put 'em in a box like Bisquick I'm a laker wit clips, get 'em in the lake wit clips Truth is ya a clipper with clips ain't cha bitch I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla I crash parties, blast with proposed toast I'mma have a problem like Scrap, if you blabbin like show hosts Muffle your damn lips, or there'll be mixtures of blood and dandruff If you don't get my damn drift Creep to ya grave and leak D.T. Piss This yo' highness at his least tempered Keep it pimpin' and watch [Chorus: Ludacris] Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me [Verse 2: Dolla Boi] I been having a bad day, the same ol shit We don't give a fuck about who you is The same ol clique, and the same ol biz The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip The same 4-4, with the same ol clip Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch R.I.P. Rick James "I'm rich beyotch!!" You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch And we don't do it like that We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack Unload 'em reload 'em, we back black And when dem gats letting off Red dots, loud noises like planes taking off Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss For dem things coming soft, nigga [Chorus: Ludacris] Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me [Verse 3: Ludacris] Oh, oh, oh, oh Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick I'll give her Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver Never back down, won't shake nor shiver Fuck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee river This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker But shotties to the body makes him drop much quicker Yeah I appear to be a nice lil' nigga Fuck with anything I love and I'm a stone cold killer Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla 8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla See me in the street, it can't get no realer Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper Or I'll "brrrrr-stick her, ha ha-ha stick her!" [Chorus: Ludacris] Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, couldn't be me, nah not me