Boy Boy Lyrics by Cam'ron

Boy Boy Lyrics

    [Cam:] What up boy, boy?
    [Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
    [Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy?
    [Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
    My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
    [Cam:] 'Sup Smitty?
    [Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
    now, boy, boy
    He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
    [Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
    [Guy:] 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
    [Cam:] Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy

    [Verse 1]
    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 bitch)
    From the wagon, garage to the house
    Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
    Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
    Bedroom to front door, this bitch 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

    [Chorus:]
    Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
    Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
    Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
    He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
    Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
    If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
    But watch your back: from the cops' boy, boy
    Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy

    [Verse 2]
    Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy
    Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
    Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
    Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
    Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
    Bitches 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 pussy, she a masturbator
    Put my dick 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 fuck up, man)
    He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
    I come through, laugh at haters, bitches 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 fucking 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 fuck 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, fuck that, I'm into me

    [Chorus]
    Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
    Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
    Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
    He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
    Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
    If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
    But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy
    Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy

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