文本歌词

Oh Boy (Made Popular By Cam'ron & Juelz Santana) (Vocal Version) - Party Tyme Karaoke
Lyrics by：Youssou N'Dour
Composed by：Youssou N'Dour
Just Blaze oh baby
Oh baby uh Killa
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's stand in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in I'll be scramblin'
With lots of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka blaka
But she like the way I diddy bop you peep that
Mink on Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the boy so I give her the boy
Now she screamin' out boy boy boy boy Killa Killa
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 want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Y'all n***as 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 wheezin' he need his boy
He screamin' boy boy boy boy
D**n shut up boy he's snitchin' oh boy
This n***a's *****in' boy he's twisted oh boy
If Feds was listenin' boy d**n whoa whoa c'mon
I'm in trouble need bail money s**t
Where the f**k is my boy I got trust for my boy
That's why I f**k with my boy that's my n***a oh boy
He gon' come get his boy he got love for his boy
That's my boy boy boy boy uh huh uh huh
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 rock or the boy
When the cops come Squalie
Yeah this is for the sports cars Bonita's 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**t ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got a lot of 'em
S**t matter of fact Guru start poppin' 'em
Then slap up this 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 d**n oh boy
Santana's that boy that squeeze hammers oh boy
Cannons and bandanas blammers 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'
N***as demand ransom over them grams scramblin'
Boy boy boy boy
Well f**k it Van Damme 'em Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his boy I'm down south tannin'
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's up at the enemy
Homi's and bodies but now my body you're feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for reala
We got dough chinchilla dough
And fill with them hollows huh
It's the boy I said it's the boy
I'm the boy boy boy boy Killa
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