Oh Boy – Cam’Ron – letras

Intro: Cam’ronJust blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killaVerse 1: Cam’ronAll 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 hoodClap at your soldiers sober then leave after it’s overKilla, I’m not your companion or your man standin’Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I’ll be scramblin’With lot’s of mobsters shop for lobstersCops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped thatMink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hatShe 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 upMa it’s just a fuck girl get it out pick one upThey want the boy Montana with guns with bandanasListen to my homeboy SantanaVerse 2: Juelz SantanaY’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 weezin’ 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) damn, whoa, damn….I’m in trouble need bail money, shitWhere 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)Verse 3: Cam’ronWhen 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, Benitas, Jimmy’sPJ’s, old school, eighteenth at the sports barEight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boyKilla…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 alot of ’emMatter fact gurus start poppin’ ’emThen 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)Verse 4: Juelz SantanaNow 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 brandishBlam at your man’s canvas then scram with your man’s leadedAnd I’m back with my (Boy)Cam’ronUntil that man is vanished somewhere in the Grand CanyonThese kids are grand standin’niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin’ (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)Well fuck it Van Damme ’em Cam a blam blam ’emCall up his (Boy) I’m down south tannin’Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemyHire me somebody but now my body you’re feelin’ fanickyKilla and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reelaWe got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, huhIt’s the (Boy) I said it’s the (Boy)I’m the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa….