Cam'ron - Oh Boy - Various Artists

Just blaze oh baby oh baby uh Killa

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 hood

Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over

Killa I'm not your companion or your man standing

Hit me when you wanna get rammed in I'll be scrambling

With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters

Cops an' robbers listen every block is blocka

But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that

Mink on Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat

She want the boy so I give her the boy

Now she screaming out "Boy boy boy"

Now she playing with herself Cam dig it out lift her up

Ma it's just a f**k girl get it out pick on up

They want the boy Montana with guns with bandannas

Listen to my homeboy Santana

Y'all niggas can't f**k with the boy I'm telling ya boy

Put a shell in ya boy now he bleeding oh boy

Get him call his boy he weezing he need his boy

He screaming "Boy boy boy boy"

Damn shut up boy he's snitching oh boy

This niggas *****ing boy he's twisting oh boy

If Feds was listening boy damn whoa whoa

I'm in trouble need bail money sh*t

Where the f**k is my boy I got trust for my boy

That's why I f**k with my boy that's my ni**a oh boy

He gone come get his boy he got love for his boy

That's my boy boy boy boy

When he got caught with the boy we went to court for the boy

Just me an' my boy an' we saying "Oh boy"

Be on the block with my boy with the Roc fella boy

When the cops come squaling

Yeah this is for the sports cars Benitas Jimmy's

PJ's old school [Incomprehensible] at the sports bar

Eight or nine on a boy holla at your boy

Killa holla

Listen it'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"

Sh*t aingt no stopping 'em guns we got a lot of 'em

Matter 'fact guroos start popping 'em

Then slap up his boy clap up his boy

Wrap up his boy get them gats oh boy

Diplomats are them boy for the girls an' the boy

Say "Boy boy boy boy"

Now when they see Cam an' his boy they say "Damn oh boy"

Santana's that boy that squeeze hammers oh boy

Canons an' bandannas glammers we don't brandish

Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded

An' I'm back with my boy

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon

These kids are grand standing niggas demand randsome

Over them grands scrambling boy boy boy boy

Well f**k it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em

Call up his boy I'm down south tanning

Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy

[Incomprehensible] but now my body your feeling like fanicky

Killa an' Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela

We got what you chill it though an' fill with them holla's huh

It's the boy I said it's the boy

I'm the boy boy boy boy Killa

Boy oh boy boy oh boy

Boy boy boy

Boy boy boy boy