文本歌词

Boy Boy (Explicit) - Cam'ron
What up boy boy
Ain't nothin' boy boy it's good in the hood
What's poppin' boy boy
A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy boy
My man Smit' over hear he's got somethin' on his mind
'Sup Smitty
This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
Now boy boy
He don't understand this is real in the hood boy boy
Why you ain't smack boy boy
Well he got somethin' on his mind you know what I'm sayin'
I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy boy he need to understand
I'm tryin' let 'em live boy boy this is real ya' understand
You need to stop playin' with me like that boy boy
Yeah I'm a holla at ni**a boy boy
Cops bagged me one night looking for the blow
Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings bookings to the show
From the show to the crib to the kitchen cookin' Os
Kitchen to the car to the street lookin' for Hos
Lookin' for hos to straight up baggin' one
From my game in her brain ain't no wagon hun (Ain't no wagon b**ch)
From the wagon garage to the house
Dinnin' room kitchen kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom my ****'s in her mouth
Bedroom to front door this b**ch getting out (See ya')
Front door to 'You know where the Jacuzzi is '
Dress cooley but usually the Coogi kid bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I Come on can't be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa killa to scrilla Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers from sky-scrappers
High papers that's my nature
Do five you now y'all die later
Come to your wake look at you; 'Hi hater'
From the wake to lot another boogie
From the lot to the hill to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna get that bakin' soda KILLA
Yo where you from dog Harlem boy boy
Oh this ni**a getting' money Holla boy boy
Oh this cat over front F**k boy boy
He keep that sh*t up f**king drop boy boy
Oh you got that hydro You lyin' boy boy
If you need that d**e though We got boy boy
But watch your back: from the cops' boy boy
Cause they paper They wanna stop boy boy
Aiyoo I heard you out there shorty slingin' boy boy
Oh MY god oh boy boy
Be careful of the motherf**kin' boys boy
Me though I run THEM boys boy
Lloyd Floyd Roy Soy Black Bri****s
B**ches too joy toy what
Cat like you Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral and you happy Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put on the p**sy she a masturbator
Put my **** in her mouth that's what fascinate her
I'm a legendary now past the player past the player
Got the rock Pass that player
I'm like Betty Crocker with cake that's in layers
I had city issues before ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said 'Cam'ron please stop this crack behavior'
(Shut the f**k up man)
He ain't know '96 I had a knack for Gators
I come through laugh at haters b**ches too
Wanna act setback relax a player
Cause all these hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are hard
And the Chanel Sklies to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs their belly's will barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
'Why f**king me like that Calm down that's my uterus
My serfix my ovaries' Relax I'm doin' this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy Jeulz Sean and Zek off
Wait a minute ma' wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Havin' to f**k cats she don't really know
Then take all her money; you don't feel me though
You don't understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy f**k that I'm into me
Yo where you from dog Harlem boy boy
Oh this ni**a getting' money Holla boy boy
Oh this cat over front F**k boy boy
He keep that sh*t up f**king drop boy boy
Oh you got that hydro You lyin' boy boy
If you need that d**e though We got boy boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy boy
Cause they paper They wanna stop boy boy