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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k is my Boy) I got trust for my Boy)
That's why I buck for my Boy) that's my n***a 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 f**k 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
