| Song | U-Way (How We Do It) |
| Artist | YoungBloodZ |
| Album | Against Da Grain |
| 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 |