Oh Boy Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'ron

Cam'ron 

Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa 

(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 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 want 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 one up 

They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas 

Listen to my homeboy Santana 

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(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 weezin' he need his (Boy) 

He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 

Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy) 

This nigga's 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 with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) 

He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) 

That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Photos 

(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) 

Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got alot of 'em 

Matter fact gurus 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

(Juelz 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 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 somewhere in the Grand Canyon 

These kids are grand standin' 

niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) 

Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em 

Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin' 

Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy 

Hire me somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky 

Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela 

We got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, huh 

It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) 

I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Killa...