Cam`ron Oh Boy Feat Juelz Santana Lyrics

Oh Boy Feat Juelz Santana 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 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