Cam`ron Oh Boy (remix) Lyrics

Oh Boy (remix) Lyrics

Intro: Cam'ron
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa heyyyyyyyyyyy
This
is Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Gayy?
Heyy
Green Bayyy?
Green
Hayy?
Gayy Bayy?
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Verse 1: Cam'ron
All the girls
see the (heyy) look at his kicks (heyy)
Look at his car (heyy) all I say is
(heyy)
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 want the (Boy) so I give her the
(Boy)
Now she screamin' out (heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Now she playin'
with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out
pick one up
They want 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
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)  

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 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)   


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 somewhere in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand
standin'
niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy,
Boy)
Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm
down south tannin'
Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy
Hire me
somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in
Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them
hollows,
heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
It's
the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Killa....

yeah holla heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gayyy?