Oh Boy

Just Blaze
(Oh baby)
Uh, Killa

All the girls see the
(Boy)
Look at his kicks
(Boy)
Look at his car
(Boy)
All I say is
(Oh boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
(Boy, boy)
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin'
(Boy, oh boy)
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
(Boy, oh boy)
With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blocka
(Blaka!)

But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?
Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want 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 want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy 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 wheezin' he need his
(Boy)
He screamin'
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Damn shut up
(Boy)
He's snitchin'
(Oh boy)
This nigga's bitchin'
(Boy)
He's twistin'
(Oh boy)
If feds was listenin'
(Boy, boy, 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 with my
(Boy)
That's my nigga
(Oh boy)
He gon' come get his
(Boy)
He got love for his
(Boy)
That's my
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)

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, Bonita's, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the Sports Bar
Eight or nine on the
(Boy)
Holla at your boy
(Boy, boy, boy, 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 a lot of 'em
(Boy, boy, boy)
Shit, matter of fact, gurus 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)

Yeah yeah
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
(Boy, boy, boy)
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded

And I'm back with my
(Boy)
Until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggaz demand ransom over them grams scramblin'
(Boy, boy)
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his
(Boy)
I'm down south tannin'
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
(Boy)
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky

Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela
(Boy)
We got Doe Chinchilla Doe and fill with them hollows, huh
It's the
(Boy)
I said, "It's the"
(Boy)
I'm the
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
Killa

Boy
Oh boy
Boy
Oh boy
Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy