Verse 1:
(Cam'ron)
All the girls see the (Boy)
Look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at his car (Boy)
All I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good(Boy)
I'm so hood(Boy)
Clap at your soldiers sober
Then leave after it's over
Killa
I'm not your companion(Boy)
Or your man standin'(Oh Boy)
Hit me when you (Boy) wanna get rammed in(Oh Boy)
I'll be scramblin(Boy)
Wit lots of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen, every block is blaka
But she like the way I diddy bop
You peep that?
Mink on maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out
Now she playin' wit 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
Wit guns wit bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Verse 2:
(Juelz 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 wheezin', he need his (Boy)
He screamin'
Damn, shut up (Boy)
He snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin' (Boy)
He's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy)
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy)
I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck wit my (Boy)
That's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon' come get his (Boy)
He got love for his (Boy)
That's my
Verse 3:
(Cam'ron)
When he got caught with the (Boy)
We went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy)
An' we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block wit my (Boy)
Wit the Roc'fella (Boy)
When the cops come...
Yeah, this is for the sports cars
Benitas, Jimmys
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 a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru, 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...
Verse 4:
(Juelz Santana)
Yeah
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy)
They say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy)
That squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Cannons and bandanas
Glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas
Then scram with your man's landed an'
I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransome (Boy)
Over them grams, scramblin'
Well fuck it
Van Damme 'em
Cam'll blam-blam 'em
Call up his (Boy)
I'm down south tannin' (Oh)
Mami I got the (Boy) remedy
Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody
But now my body, your feelin' finicky
Killer and Coppa
We chill in Morocco fa reela
We got da chinchilla though an' fill with them hollows, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the...
Killa
Boy
Oh Boy
Boy
Oh Boy
Boy, Boy, Boy
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah