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U-way (how we do it) (remix) Lyrics

U-way (how we do it) (remix) by Youngbloodz  

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U-way (how we do it) (remix) (wodie, wodie, shawty, shawty, )(4x) (1st time only 1 wodie)

Now this one there that fo the country folk,
Them heavy Chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes
And when I holla shawty shawt I know ya hear me, ho
And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in fo'
You and yo partna ride a Benz, but your ins low
You shake it, we take it, that's how we get it on the blow
U-wih u-wih thats how we do it shawty you aint know
got to get it willin to risk it when my cash low We sweepin', really we creepin', we chop em up bro
Me and my nigga dead serious, like facin' death row
'Bout that paper, my nigga serious bout that cashflow
Punk ass, while I be comin' straight up out that Alto
A.T.L. and New Orleans really chop em up , whoa

{chorus}
Now where I'm from, we say Wodie (wodie)
And where I'm from, we say Shawty (shawty)
A.T.L. and New Orleans
Now how we do it when we do it Wodie u-way u-way, (U-Way in background)
Now where I'm from, we say Wodie (whodie)
And where I'm from, we say Shawty (shawty)
A.T.L. and New Orleans
Now how we do it when we do it Shawty, u-way u-way (U-Way in background)

Let's get them thangs out that attic, time ta polish 'em down
We about to get it crackin ; let them bodies go down
Niggas ducked off in cuts, niggas sittin' on top of houses
Pull my gun out like "What!", niggas run away like cowards
Boy it's hazardous, we ride at night in Jags and stuff
And hit a nigga block, and turn into a massacre
I'm tellin' ya
Please don't play, cause all day I been inhalin' blunts
And my whole mind is blown away
I feel like killing stuff {Skurt!}
I pull up in a dropped Hummer
And shoot 50 at them cocksuckers
Say, beatrice, don't warn me, let me get 'em
Just gimme the word, and lil' shawty gonna split 'em
Hope his blessings be with 'em, cause Lil Wayne burn niggas
Let them big ol' choppa bullets, then flip and turn niggas
Y'all better learn niggas, If ya don't, you catch hell
Represent Cash Money, full time in A.T.L.; we ain't lyin'



We be them boys, have fro's with them grills
And we be them boys, who gon' show you how it is
From New Orleans, to A.T.L., my nigga, we lettin' loose
So watch what you sayin', before we rap a tap on you
Like rat-a-tat; it's on
From the night to the early morn'
Young Bloodz, and Hot Boys, see we gon' let this shit be known
Whether you zoned, and gone, see we gon' hit you with some shit
To make you bop heads, and cut the fool straight on that bitch

so, nigga, bounce, and bounce, cause we gon' show you how we do it
'Cause when we do it, that's how we do it, Snizza off that fluid
So get to it, my nigga
And don't you fall, my nigga
It's Attic Crew, with Cash Money, on the rise (rise, rise, rise, rise)

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