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Artist: Cam'ron Song: oh boy lyrics Album: Non Album Tracks
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 this 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 standin Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka Blocka!!! But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat She wan't 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 up Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana Verse 2: Juelz Santana Y'all niggas can't fuck 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 weezin he need his (Boy) He screamin Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy Damn shut up Boy he's snitchin (Oh Boy) This niggas bitchin Boy he's twistin (Oh Boy) If feds was listenin Boy damn, whoa, damn.... I'm in trouble need bail money, shit Where the fuck is my Boy I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck for my Boy that's my nigga (Oh Boy) He 'gone 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, Benitas, Jimmy's PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the 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 Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em Matter fact guroos start poppin '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 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 brandish Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my Boy Cam'ron Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon These kids are grand standin niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em Call up his Boy I'm down south tannin Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh It's the Boy I said it's the (Boy) I'm the Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy Killa....