Oh Boy Lyrics

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 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 lots of mobsters shop for lobsters 
Cops 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 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 wheezin he
need his (Boy) 
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 
Damn shut up (Boy) he's
snitchin (Oh Boy) 
This nigga's 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 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'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 a lot of 'em 
Shit, matter of
fact, gurus 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

Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em 
Call up his (Boy) I'm
down south tannin (Oh Boy) 
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy

Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky 
Killa and Kopel we
chill in Morocco for reela 
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them
hollows, huh 
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) 
I'm the (Boy, Boy,
Boy, Boy) Killa...