Monta & Rossini - Oh Boy-群星

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 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 niggas 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” 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 f**k 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, 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, 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