Camron

[Intro: Camron]
Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
[Verse 1: Camron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami Im no good Im so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after its over
Killa, Im not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, Ill be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!)
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 its just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Yall niggas cant fuck with the (Boy) Im 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) hes snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) hes twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
Im in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
Thats why I buck with my (Boy) thats my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
Thats my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 3: Camron]
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, Bonitas, Jimmys
PJs, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa.. holla.. listen
Its the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy)
Youll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, aint no stoppin em, guns we got a lot of em
Shit, matter of 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)
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santanas that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we dont brandish
Blam at your mans canvas then scram with your mans leaded
And Im back with my (Boy)
[Camron]
Until that 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, Camll blam blam em
Call up his (Boy) Im down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Mami I got the remedy Tommys I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin finicky
Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh
Its the (Boy) I said its the (Boy)
Im the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa...
[ Oh Boy Lyrics ]