Boy, Boy

[Intro: Cam'ron & Guy] What up boy, boy? Ain't nothing boy, boy, it's good in the hood Man what's poppin' boy, boy? A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy My man Smit' over here, he's got somethin' on his mind, boy boy 'Sup Smitty? This kid Smitty is actin' a little silly right now, boy, boy He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy Why you ain't smack boy, boy? Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm saying? I tried to show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand I'm tryna let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand? You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy Yeah, I'ma holla at a nigga, boy, boy [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Killa, yo, yo Cops bagged me one night, lookin' for the blow Went from Bronx house to bookings, bookings to the show From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' O's Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for hoes Lookin' for hoes, to straight-up baggin' one From my game in her brain, in the wagon, hun (In the wagon bitch) From the wagon, garage to the house Dining 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, boujee 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 skyscrapers From skyscrapers to 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 buggy From the lot to the hill, to cop something ugly (Ugly) From the hill to that state Dakota From Dakota to the corner, get that baking soda, Killa [Chorus: Cam'ron] Yo, where you from dog? (Harlem, boy, boy) Oh this nigga getting money? (Holla, boy, boy) Oh this cat overfrontin'? (Fuck boy, boy) He keep that shit up, dog (Fuckin' drop, boy, boy) Oh you got that hydro? (Light it, 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: Cam'ron] Ayo, I heard you out there shorty, slingin' boy, boy Oh my god, oh boy, boy Be careful of the motherfucking boys, boy Me though? I run with them boys, boy Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black British Bitches too, joy toy, what Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (stupid) Put nine on the pussy, she a masturbator Then my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her I'm a legend now, passed a player, passed it player Got the rock? Pass it 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, sit back, relax a player 'Cause all these hoes jelly you hard When your Pirelli's are hard And the Chanel, skelles to Scarfs Have 'em sick to their stomachs, their belly'll barf And I take them to the telly where their belly will force "Why you fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus My cervix, my ovaries", relax, I'm doing this Welcome to exclusiveness You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off Hit Jimmy, Juelz, Sean, and Zeke 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 Having 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: Cam'ron] Yo, where you from dog? (Harlem, boy, boy) Oh this nigga getting money? (Holla, boy, boy) Oh this cat overfrontin'? (Fuck boy, boy) He keep that shit up, dog (Fuckin' drop, boy, boy) Oh you got that hydro? (Light it, 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) [Outro] Yeah, y'all got it right, boy, boy Top-flight Heatmakerz This the things we like to do The electrifying one From Downtown Uptown Keepin' it gritty and grimy, boy, boy The electrifying one The honorable Hannibal From Downtown, no fear Stick to the family, keepin' it real funky Back on up One-five-five You'll catch me, boy, boy Beyond and after dark Killa Cam Top-flight Heatmakerz 2001 boy, boy, boy, ow Things we like to do Things we like to swing on Don't get played with, don't get it twisted Get it the right way Harlem, baby Holla, one