Oh Boy (Explicit) - Cam'ron/Juelz Santana

Lyrics by：Justin Smith/Norman Whitfield/Cameron Giles/LaRon James

Composed by：Justin Smith/Norman Whitfield/Cameron Giles/LaRon James

Just play oh baby oh baby

Come on

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

That's right with lot's of mobsters shops 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 want the boy so I give her the boy

Now she screaming out boy boy boy boy

She playing with herself cam dig it out lift her up

Ma it's just a f**k girl get it out pick on up

They want the boy montana with guns with bandanas

Listen to my homeboy santana

Y'all n***as can't f**k 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

d**n shut up boy he's snitching oh boy

This n***as b***hing boy he's twisting oh boy

If feds was listening boy d**n whoa whoa d**n

I'm in trouble need bail money s**t

Where the f**k is my boy I got trust for my boy

That's why I buck for my boy that's my n***a 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 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 are-o-c boy you'll be d-o-a boy

Your moms will say oh boy

s**t ain't no stopping 'em guns we got alot 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

Now when they see cam and his boy they say d**n 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

Until that man is vanished away in the grand canyon

These kids are grand standing

n***as demand ransoms over them grands scrambling boy boy boy boy

Well f**k 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's feeling 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

Boy oh boy

Boy oh boy

Boy boy boy