Oh Boy

(Boy)
All the girls see the

(Boy)
(Boy)
(Boy, oh boy)
Boy
He's twistin'
That squeeze hammers
Oh boy

Boy, boy, boy
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
(Oh boy)
(Oh boy)
(Blaka!)
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin'
I got trust for my

All I say is
(Boy)
Now she screamin' out
Get them gats
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
(Oh boy)
(Boy)
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the Sports Bar
Damn, whoa, damn
(Oh boy)
That's my nigga
And I'm back with my
(Oh boy)
(Boy)
That's my
(Boy)
Call up his
Boy
(Boy)
(Boy)
(Boy)
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over

I said, "It's the"
(Boy, boy)
This nigga's bitchin'
Niggaz demand ransom over them grams scramblin'
(Boy)
They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
(Boy)
Plus the R O C
(Boy, oh boy)
(Boy)
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)

But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?
Now he bleedin'
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
We got Doe Chinchilla Doe and fill with them hollows, huh
Holla at your boy
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters

It's the

(Boy)
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded

(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
When the cops come
Eight or nine on the
(Boy)
Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin' 'em
(Boy)
(Oh boy)
(Oh boy)
(Boy)
Diplomats are them
(Boy)
(Boy)
(Boy, boy, boy)
Be on the block with my
(Boy)
Uh, Killa
(Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
(Boy)
(Oh boy)
He's snitchin'
Yeah yeah
Your moms will say
(Boy)
She want the
He gon' come get his
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
Santana's that
Now when they see Cam and his
(Oh boy)
(Boy)
When he got caught with the
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blocka
(Boy)
He screamin'
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Clap up his
Then slap up his
Killa, holla, listen
Killa and Kopel we chill in Morocco for reela
(Boy)
(Boy)
(Boy)
He wheezin' he need his
If feds was listenin'
(Boy)
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
It's the D I P
Oh boy
Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
(Boy, boy)
Get him, call his
You'll be D O A

Killa
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the
Until that man is vanished
I'm down south tannin'
Put a shell in ya

(Boy)
And we sayin'
Say
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
We went to court for the

(Boy)
(Boy)
They say, "Damn"
He got love for his
(Boy)
(Boy)

That's why I buck with my
So I give her the
(Boy)
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
Yeah, this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
(Boy)
Ma, it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
(Boy, boy, boy)
(Squalin!)
(Boy)
Wrap up his
(Boy)
(Oh boy)
Where the fuck is my
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Just me and my

With the Roc fella
Damn shut up
For the girls and the
(Boy)
Listen to my homeboy Santana

I'm the
(Boy, boy, boy)
Look at his car
I'm tellin' ya
Look at his kicks