Just blazeOh baby, oh baby, uh, KillaAll the girls see the boy, look at his kicks, boyLook at his car, boy, all I say is, ‽Oh boyâ€Look mami, I'm no good, I'm so hoodClap at your soldiers sober, then leave after it's overKilla, 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 lobstersCops an' robbers, listen, every block is blakaBut she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?Mink on, Maury kicks, plus Chanel ski hatShe want the boy, so I give her the boyNow she screamin' out, ‽Boy, boy, boy, boyâ€Now, she playin' with herself, Cam, dig it out, lift her upMa, it's just a f**k, girl, get it out, pick on upThey want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanasListen to my homeboy, SantanaY'all niggas can't f**k with the boyI'm tellin' ya, boy, put a shell in ya, boyNow he bleedin', oh boy, get him, call his boyHe wheezin', he need his boyHe screamin', ‽Boy, boy, boy, boyâ€Damn, shut up, boy, he's snitchin', oh boyThis nigga's bitchin', boy, he's twistin', oh boyIf Feds was listenin', boy, damn, whoa, damnI'm in trouble, need bail money, shitWhere the f**k is my boy? I got trust for my boyThat's why I buck with my boy, that's my nigga, oh boyHe gon' come get his boy, he got love for his boyThat's my boy, boy, boy, boyWhen he got caught with the boy, we went to court for the boyJust me an' my boy an' we sayin', ‽Oh boyâ€Be on the block with my boy with the Rocafella boyWhen the cops come, ‽Squalieâ€Yeah, this is for the sports carsBonita's, Jimmy's, PJ's, old schoolEighteenth at the sports barEight or nine on the boy, holla at your boyKilla, holla, listenIt's the D I P, boy, plus the R O C, boyYou'll be D O A, boy, your moms will say, ‽Oh, boyâ€Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns, we got a lot of 'emShit, matter of fact, Guru's start poppin' 'emThen slap up his boy, clap up his boyWrap up his boy, get them gats, oh, boyDiplomats are them, boy, for the girls an' the boySay, ‽Boy, boy, boy, boyâ€Now, when they see Cam an' his boy, they say, ‽Damn, oh, boyâ€Santana's that boy that squeeze hammers, oh, boyCanons an' bandanas, glammers we don't brandishBlam at your man's canvas, then scram with your man's leadedAn' I'm back with my boy until that man is vanishedAway in the Grand Canyon, these kids are grand standin'Niggaz demand ransom over them grams scramblin'Boy, boy, boy, boyWell, f**k it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'emCall up his boy, I'm down south tannin'Mami, I got the remedy, Tommy's, I bet, the enemyHire me somebody but now my body, your feelin' finickyKilla an' Kopel, we chill in Morocco for reelaWe got doe chinchilla doe an' fill with them hollowsIt's the boy, I said it's the boyI'm the boy, boy, boy, boy, KillaBoy, oh boy, boy oh boyBoy, boy, boyBoy, boy, boy, boy