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B:]
(And dem livin' in a zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Wave
Let's sing to the people,

B:]
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
Lemme ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya up if yuh luv music
hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv
hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"

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It's the Surfer Don, the Tre squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't what shirt ya on
I give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, ya appetite
ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one
You my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a year
Only one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya to Neim & Mar
the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar

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[French
You lame niggaz flop, playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride them shottas
Watch us, nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, was on ya ass
Tried to run but the crashed
Tough guys get and butt-raped
And then wine like grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, boy
I toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box,
All 6-5-0 with the ragtop