Cam'Ron - Oh Boy Lyrics
[Intro: Cam'ron]Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa[Verse 1: Cam'ron]All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)Look mami I'm no good I'm so hoodClap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's overKilla, I'm not your companion or your man standinHit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblinWith lots of mobsters, shot for lobstersCops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!)But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hatShe want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her upMa it's just a ***** girl get it out pick on upThey want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanasListen to my homeboy Santana[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]Y'all niggas can't ***** with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)This nigga's *****in (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....I'm in trouble need bail money, shitWhere the ***** is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)[Verse 3: Cam'ron]When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)When the cops come......squalin!!!!Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy'sPJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports barEight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boyKilla.. holla.. listenIt's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy)You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'emShit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin 'emThen slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandishBlam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leadedAnd I'm back with my (Boy)[Cam'ron]Until that man is vanishedAway in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standinNiggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)Well ***** it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'emCall up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemyHire me somebody but now my body your feelin finickyKilla and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reelaWe got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huhIt's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa...
