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    "U-Way (How We Do It) (Remix)" Lyrics

    Youngbloodz feat. Lil Wayne

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    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

    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)


    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
    Don't be surprised, in time, cause we gon' show you how we do
    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,

    [chorus X2]
    This song was submitted on December 20th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC. , UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Harold M. Willis, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Michael Johnson, Sean Paul Joseph.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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