U-way (how We Do It) (remix) Lyrics

U-way (how We Do It) (remix)

(Wodie, Shawty, Shawty, Wodie) [X4]



Now this one there that for them country folk

Them heavy Chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes

And when I holla shawty shawt I know ya hear me, hoe

And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in for

You and your partner ride a Benz, but your endz low

You shake it, we take it, that's how we get it on the blow

You, you wit, that's how we do it shawty, you ain't know?

How to get it, willing to risk it with my cashload

We sweepin', really we creepin', I chop you 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

ATL and New Orleans will chop you up, bro



[chorus]

Now where I'm from, we say Wodie

And where I'm from, we say Shawty

ATL and New Orleans

Now how we do it when we do it Wodie, (U-Way)

Now where I'm from, we say Wodie

And where I'm from, we say Shawty

ATL and New Orleans

Now how we do it when we do it Shawty, (U-Way)



'Gon slide them thangs out that attic, time ta polish 'em down

We about to get it krunk, and let the violence go down

Niggas ducked off in cuts, niggas sittin' on top of houses

Pull my gun out like "What!", niggas run away like cowards

Smoke angeldust, be ridin' at night in Jags and stuff

And hit a nigga, prolly 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 biaatch, it don't, Wodie let me get 'em

Just gimme the word, Unless shawty gonna spit 'em

Nigga's blessings be with 'em, cause Lil Wayne burn niggas

Bet them they gon try up for listenin' flippin' jurn(?) niggas

Y'all better learn niggas, If ya dumb, she can't chea(?)

Represent Cash Money, for all time, ATL. (Atlanta)



[chorus]



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 ATL, my nigga, we let it loose

So watch what you sayin', before we back the tap on you

I got a, teck, it's on

From the night to the early morn

Young Bloodz, and Hot Boys, see we gon' let this shit be known

Brother it's on, we gone, see we gon' hit you with some shit

To make you bop ya head, and cut the food straight on that bitch

Don't be surprised, in time, 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)



[chorus X2]