Oh Boy Songtext
von Cam’ron feat. Juelz Santana

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'
Don′t 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) Killa, Killa


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 nigga's 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 fuck with my (boy)
That′s my nigga (oh boy)
He 'gone 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, 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 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)

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 ransom over them grands scramblin (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Well fuck it Van Damme '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 you′re feelin' finicky

Killer and copper we chill in Morocco for reela
We got no chinchilla though to 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, boy, oh boy, boy, boy, boy