Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Boy , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Boy |
| Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa |
| 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 standin |
| Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin |
| With lot's 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 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 wan't 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 weezin he need his (Boy) |
| He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) |
| Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy) |
| This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy) |
| If feds was listenin (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) |
| 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, 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 stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em |
| Matter fact guroos 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) |
| 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) |
| Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon |
| These kids are grand standin |
| niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) |
| Well fuck 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 your feelin like fanicky |
| 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.... |