Song | U-Way(How We Do It) |
Artist | YoungBloodZ |
Album | Still Grippin' Tha Grain: The Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(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) | |
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) | |
x2 |
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, uway | |
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, uway | |
' 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 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 | |
x2 |
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, uway | |
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, uway | |
' 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 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 | |
x2 |