U-Way (How We Do It) (Remix Instrumental)

歌詞

(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' <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 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) <chorus> X2