Boy lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Boy



 Send "Boy" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Boy, boy, boy, boy

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh



So you the kang boy, how could this be boy

You gotta be blind to sell more records than me
boy

I can't complain boy, don't say my name boy

I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain
boy



I'm bout' to jet boy, straight flex boy

I'm about to round princess cut and bagette
boy

Don't disrespect boy, I'll break your neck boy

I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy



We driving vets and Bentley coupes boy

I ain't lying check my garage, I tell the truth
boy

I do it big boy, you do it small boy

I do some shit that you can't even do at all
boy



Platinum tooth boy, make it two boy

come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop
boy

Big rule boy, what are you doing in me yard

You can run two miles and you still in my yard



Boy, boy, boy, boy



Quarter quarters nickels dollars dimes every time
boy

Butterfly my 84', fly first class boy

Dipping through the hood candy coated paint
boy

Triple zero dope sacks no tax boy



You walk fast, well I slow-poke boy

You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy

I keep a crease in my Dickies when I corner
hang

I love to sip champagne, funny ass names



Ladies love to see me Gucci or many of poochie

Love to see me in the gazelles to King Louis'

Shingles hanging from the end of my pants boy

They love to see me do the old man dance boy



I smoke plenty grass boy, I'm touching on the ass
boy

Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass
boy

I'm from the South boy, that's how it go boy

We like to see em' drop it down, and touch they
toes boy



Boy, boy, boy, boy



Li'l Flipper, I flip tracks boy

Like crack boy, I got that 62-inch Maybach boy

Two tone boy, let's get it on boy

My money long boy, now we smoking zones boy



Come take a hit boy, we got the shit boy

My big clover cost the price of ten bricks boy

I'm from the South boy, don't run your mouth
boy

Ssh, 'cause I'll have Al Capone at your house
boy



Pull up in my drop top, you like boy

To you it's a Bentley, to me it's a toy

I'm like a pimp boy, I ride spinners boy

I'm hopping out with 3000 dollar tennis boy



Come take a look at me, I'm off the chain boy

The game over, bitch, you know my name boy

I'm Lil Flip boy, a Clover G boy

You better free Will Lean and Pimp C boy



Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy