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Cam'Ron F/ Juelz Santana Miscellaneous Oh Boy Just blaze (Oh Baby)oh baby,uh,killa 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 Killa,I'm not your companion or your man standin Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin with lots of mobsters shops for lobsters Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!!) But she like the way i diddy bop you peeped that Mink are 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 and bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana Ya'll 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 wheezin 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's 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 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 a lot of 'em Shit,matter of fact, Guru, start poppin 'em Than 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 than scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my (Boy) Until the man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin Niggaz demand ransome over them grams scramblin (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy,) Well fuck it,Van Damme 'em, cam'll blam 'em Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy) Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky Killa and coppa we chill in Morocco for reela We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) I'm the (Boy,Boy,Boy,Boy) Killa........ |
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