"Oh Boy" by Cam'ron

[Cam'ron]
Just blaze (oh baby) oh baby, uh, killa

[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 standing
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scrambling
With lots 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 screaming out (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Now she playing 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

[Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (boy) I'm telling ya (boy)
Put a shell in ya (boy) now he bleeding (oh boy)
Get him call his (boy) he wheezing he need his (boy)
He screaming (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Damn shut up (boy) he's snitching (oh boy)
This niggas bitching (boy) he's twisting (oh boy)
If feds was listening (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)

[Cam'ron]
When he got caught with the (boy) we went to court for the
(boy)
Just me and my (boy) and we saying (oh boy)
Be on the block with my (boy) with the Roc fella (boy)
When the cops come... squalling!
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 stopping 'em guns we got a lot of 'em
Matter fact, Guru, start popping '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)

[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 standing
Niggas demand ransom over them grands scrambling (boy, boy,
boy, boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (boy) I'm down south tanning
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feeling like finicky
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...