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 standin'
Don't hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters
Cops an' robbers, listen, every block is blaka
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 on up
They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy, 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', ‽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 boy, boy, boy, boy
When he got caught with the boy, we went to court for the boy
Just me an' my boy an' we sayin', ‽Oh boy”
Be on the block with my boy with the Rocafella 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”
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns, we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru's 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 an' the boy
Say, ‽Boy, boy, boy, boy”
Now, when they see Cam an' his boy, they say, ‽Damn, oh, boy”
Santana's that boy that squeeze hammers, oh, boy
Canons an' bandanas, glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas, then scram with your man's leaded
An' I'm back with my boy until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon, these kids are grand standin'
Niggaz demand ransom over them grams scramblin'
Boy, boy, boy, boy
Well, fuck 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, I bet, the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body, your feelin' finicky
Killa an' Kopel, we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe an' fill with them hollows
It's the boy, I said it's the boy
I'm the boy, boy, boy, boy, Killa
Boy, oh boy, boy oh boy
Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy

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