Just blaze Oh Baby oh baby, uh, killa
All the girls see the Boy look at his kicks Boy
Look at this 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
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka Blocka
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She wan't 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 fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Y'all niggas can't fuck 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 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 listenin Boy damn, whoa, damn
I'm in trouble need bail 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 love for his Boy
That's my Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy
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, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the Boy holla at your boy
Killa 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
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos 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
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 glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my Boy
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a 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 like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's, huh
It's the Boy I said it's the Boy
I'm the Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy Killa