Boy Boy lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Boy Boy



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[Cam:] What up boy, boy?
[Guy:] Ain't nothin'
boy, boy, it's good in the hood
[Cam:] What's
poppin' boy, boy?
[Guy:] A lot of these cats
fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear,
he's got somethin' on his mind
[Cam:] 'Sup
Smitty?
[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a
little silly right
now, boy, boy
He don't
understand this is real in the hood boy,
boy
[Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy,
boy?
[Guy:] Well he got somethin' on his mind,
you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a
little love to him boy, boy, he need to
understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy,
this is real ya' understand?
You need to stop
playin' with me like that boy, boy
[Cam:]
Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy,
boy

[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night,
looking for the blow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to
bookings, bookings to the show
From the show
to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen
to the car, to the street lookin' for
Hos
Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin'
one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon,
hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon,
garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen,
kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my
dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door,
this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door,
to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress
cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie
kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a
houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on,
can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa,
killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to
Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers,
that's my nature
Do five you now, y'all die
later
Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi
hater"
From the wake to lot, another
boogie
From the lot to the hill, to cop
somethin' ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that
state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get
that bakin' soda, KILLA

[Chorus:]
Yo,
where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this
nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this
cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that
shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that
hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that
dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your
back: from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they
paper? They wanna stop boy, boy

[Verse
2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there
shorty..slingin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy,
boy
Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys,
boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Lloyd,
Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
Bitches too,
joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a
Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy,
Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy,
she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth,
that's what fascinate her
I'm a legendary now,
past the player, past the player
Got the rock?
Pass that player
I'm like Betty Crocker with
cake, that's in layers
I had city issues
before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said
"Cam'ron, please stop this crack
behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't
know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come
through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna
act, setback, relax a player
Cause all these
hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are
hard
And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
I
stick to their stomachs, their belly's will
barf
And I take them to the telly where their
belly will force
"Why fucking me like that?
Calm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my
ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this
Welcome to
exclusiveness
You about to take a week off,
the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean,
and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on
your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho, but I
like me a silly ho
That way you really
blow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't really
know
Then take all her money; you don't feel
me, though
You don't understand my
pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck
that, I'm into me

[Chorus]
Yo, where
you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga
getting' money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat
over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit
up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that
hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
If you need that
dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your
back: from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper?
They wanna stop boy, boy