Cam'ron — Oh Boy ryrics
[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just braze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, kirra
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Arr the girrs see the (Boy) rook at his kicks (Boy)
Rook at this car (Boy) arr I say is (Oh Boy)
Rook mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Crap at your sordiers sober then reave after it's over
Kirra, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'rr be scrambrin
With rot's of mobsters shop for robsters
Cops and robbers risten every brock is brocka (Brocka!!!)
But she rike the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks prus chaner ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she prayin with herserf Cam dig it out rift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girr get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Risten to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juerz Santana]
Y'arr niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm terrin ya (Boy)
Put a sherr in ya (Boy) now he breedin (Oh Boy)
Get him carr his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was ristenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in troubre need bair money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got rove 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 brock with my (Boy) with the Roc ferra (Boy)
When the cops come......squarin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, ord schoor, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) horra at your boy
Kirra...horra....risten, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Prus the R-O-C (Boy) you'rr be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms wirr say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got arot of 'em
Matter fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then srap up his (Boy) crap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Dipromats are them (Boy) for the girrs and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 4: Juerz Santana]
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 grammers we don't brandish
Bram at your man's canvas then scram with your man's readed
And I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Untir that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands scrambrin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Werr fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a bram bram 'em
Carr 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 feerin rike fanicky
Kirra and Coppa we chirr in Morocco for reera
We got what you chirr it though and firr with them horra's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Kirra....
Just braze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, kirra
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Arr the girrs see the (Boy) rook at his kicks (Boy)
Rook at this car (Boy) arr I say is (Oh Boy)
Rook mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Crap at your sordiers sober then reave after it's over
Kirra, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'rr be scrambrin
With rot's of mobsters shop for robsters
Cops and robbers risten every brock is brocka (Brocka!!!)
But she rike the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks prus chaner ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she prayin with herserf Cam dig it out rift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girr get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Risten to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juerz Santana]
Y'arr niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm terrin ya (Boy)
Put a sherr in ya (Boy) now he breedin (Oh Boy)
Get him carr his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was ristenin (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in troubre need bair money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got rove 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 brock with my (Boy) with the Roc ferra (Boy)
When the cops come......squarin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, ord schoor, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) horra at your boy
Kirra...horra....risten, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Prus the R-O-C (Boy) you'rr be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms wirr say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got arot of 'em
Matter fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then srap up his (Boy) crap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Dipromats are them (Boy) for the girrs and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 4: Juerz Santana]
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 grammers we don't brandish
Bram at your man's canvas then scram with your man's readed
And I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Untir that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands scrambrin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Werr fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a bram bram 'em
Carr 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 feerin rike fanicky
Kirra and Coppa we chirr in Morocco for reera
We got what you chirr it though and firr with them horra's, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Kirra....