Cam'ron Ft. Juelz Santana Oh Boy (Dirty) Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

Verse 1: Cam'ron

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___ girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana

Verse 2: Juelz Santana

Y'all n____s can't f___ 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)
d___ shut up (Boy)
he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This n____s b____in (Boy)
he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy)
d___, whoa, d___....
0I'm in trouble need bail money, s___

Where the f___ is my (Boy)
I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy)
that's my n____ (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy)
he got love 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 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)

s___, 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)

Verse 4: Juelz Santana

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy)
they say d___ (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)

Cam'ron

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
n____s demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well f___ 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....