Juelz Santana - Oh Boy lyrics

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Cam'ron] Just Blaze! (oh baby) Oh baby, uh, k**a! [Verse 1: 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's stand-in Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (blaka!) But she like the way I diddy bop, you peep that? Mink on, Mauri 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 on up They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: 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 wheezin' 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 twisted (oh boy) If feds was listenin' (boy) damn, whoa I'm in trouble need bail money, sh** Where the f** is my (boy)? I got trust for my (boy) That's why I f** 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 (boy, boy, boy, boy) [Verse 3: 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 rock or the (boy) When the cops come - Squalie! Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, 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 a lot of 'em sh**, matter of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em Then slap up this (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) Santana's that (boy) that squeeze hammers (oh boy) Cannons and bandanas, blammers 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 Away in the Grand Canyon, these kids are grand standin' n***as demand ransom over them grams scramblin (boy, boy, boy, boy) Well f** it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll 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' finicky k**a and Capo 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) k**a