Oh Boy lyrics

Artist  : Cam`ron 
Song : Oh Boy



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[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....

(feat. Juelz
Santana)