Cam'ron - Oh Boy (remix) Oh Girl lyrics

Intro: Cam'ron Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, k**a (Cam'ron) 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 Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over k**a, 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 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 f** girl get it out pick one up They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana (Juelz Santana) Y'all n***as can't f** 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 n***a's b**hin' (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy) If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn.... I'm in trouble need bail money, sh** Where the f** is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my n***a (Oh Boy) He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Cam'ron) 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 k**a...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) sh**, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got alot of 'em Matter 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Juelz Santana) 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) (Cam'ron) Until that man is vanished somewhere in the Grand Canyon These kids are grand standin' n***as demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Well f** it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin' Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky k**a and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela We got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) k**a....