Oh Boy - The Concretes

Just blaze, oh, baby, oh, baby, uh, KillaAll 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 overKilla, I’m not your

companion or your man standin'

Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I’ll be scramblin'

With lot’s of mobsters shop for lobsters

Cops an' robbers, listen, every block is blockaBut 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"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 bandannas

Listen to my homeboy SantanaY’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 weezin', he need his boy

He screamin', «Boy, boy, boy, boy"Damn shut up, boy, he’s snitchin', oh boy

This niggas bitchin', boy, he’s twistin', oh boy

If Feds was listenin', boy, damn, whoa, whoa

I’m in trouble, need bail money, shitWhere the fuck is my boy?

I got trust for

my boy

That’s why I fuck 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, boyWhen 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 Roc fella boy

When the cops come squalin’Yeah, this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy’s

PJ’s, old school, at the sports bar

Eight or nine on a boy, holla at your boy

Killa, hollaListen 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 alot of 'em

Matter 'fact guroos start poppin' 'emThen 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' bandannas glammers, we don’t brandish

Blam at your man’s canvas then scram with your man’s leadedAn' I’m back with my

boy

Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon

These kids are grand standin', niggas demand ransome

Over them grands scramblin', boy, boy, boy, boyWell, fuck it, Van Dam 'em,

Cam a blam blam 'em

Call up his boy, I’m down south tannin'

Mami, I got the remedy, Tommy’s I bet the enemy

, but now my body your feelin' like fanickyKilla an' Coppa, we chill in Morocco

for reela

We got what you chill it though an' fill with them holla’s, huh

It’s the boy, I said it’s the boy

I’m the boy, boy, boy, boy, KillaBoy, oh boy, boy, oh boy

Boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy