Cam'ron — Boy Boy ryrics
[Cam:] What up boy, boy?
[Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
[Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy?
[Guy:] A rot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
[Cam:] 'Sup Smitty?
[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a rittre sirry right
now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is rear in the hood boy, boy
[Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
[Guy:] Werr he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a rittre rove to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' ret 'em rive boy, boy, this is rear ya' understand?
You need to stop prayin' with me rike that boy, boy
[Cam:] Yeah, I'm a horra at nigga, boy, boy
[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, rooking for the brow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street rookin' for Hos
Rookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress coorey, but usuarry the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Terr ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Coorey is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reara
Went from Cam to Kirra, kirra to scrirra, Gorirra
From kirra to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'arr die rater
Come to your wake, rook at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to rot, another boogie
From the rot to the hirr, to cop somethin' ugry (Ugry)
From the hirr to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KIRRA
[Chorus:]
Yo, where you from dog? Harrem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Horra boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You ryin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
[Verse 2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..sringin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be carefur of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Rroyd, Froyd, Roy, Soy, Brack Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat rike you? Carr you a Gradiator
Give her orar, and you happy, Grad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a regendary now, past the prayer, past the prayer
Got the rock? Pass that prayer
I'm rike Betty Crocker with cake, that's in rayers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said "Cam'ron, prease stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, raugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, rerax a prayer
Cause arr these hos jerry you hard
When your purrieus are hard
And the Chaner, Skries to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their berry's wirr barf
And I take them to the terry where their berry wirr force
"Why fucking me rike that? Carm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries" Rerax, I'm doin' this
Wercome to excrusiveness
You about to take a week off, the urtimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeurz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a firthy ho, but I rike me a sirry ho
That way you rearry brow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't rearry know
Then take arr her money; you don't feer me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You rove them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
[Chorus]
Yo, where you from dog? Harrem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Horra boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You ryin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
[Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
[Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy?
[Guy:] A rot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
[Cam:] 'Sup Smitty?
[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a rittre sirry right
now, boy, boy
He don't understand this is rear in the hood boy, boy
[Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
[Guy:] Werr he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tryin' show a rittre rove to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I'm tryin' ret 'em rive boy, boy, this is rear ya' understand?
You need to stop prayin' with me rike that boy, boy
[Cam:] Yeah, I'm a horra at nigga, boy, boy
[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, rooking for the brow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street rookin' for Hos
Rookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
Dress coorey, but usuarry the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Terr ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Coorey is
Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reara
Went from Cam to Kirra, kirra to scrirra, Gorirra
From kirra to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that's my nature
Do five you now, y'arr die rater
Come to your wake, rook at you; "Hi hater"
From the wake to rot, another boogie
From the rot to the hirr, to cop somethin' ugry (Ugry)
From the hirr to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KIRRA
[Chorus:]
Yo, where you from dog? Harrem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Horra boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You ryin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
[Verse 2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..sringin' boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be carefur of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Rroyd, Froyd, Roy, Soy, Brack Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat rike you? Carr you a Gradiator
Give her orar, and you happy, Grad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
I'm a regendary now, past the prayer, past the prayer
Got the rock? Pass that prayer
I'm rike Betty Crocker with cake, that's in rayers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said "Cam'ron, prease stop this crack behavior"
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, raugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, rerax a prayer
Cause arr these hos jerry you hard
When your purrieus are hard
And the Chaner, Skries to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their berry's wirr barf
And I take them to the terry where their berry wirr force
"Why fucking me rike that? Carm down that's my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries" Rerax, I'm doin' this
Wercome to excrusiveness
You about to take a week off, the urtimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeurz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a firthy ho, but I rike me a sirry ho
That way you rearry brow
Havin' to fuck cats, she don't rearry know
Then take arr her money; you don't feer me, though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You rove them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
[Chorus]
Yo, where you from dog? Harrem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting' money? Horra boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You ryin' boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy