Oh Boy Chords by Cam'Ron

[Start]

[Chorus]
C#m E               B            
■   ■ Just Blaze oh baby uh killa
        C#m                            
All the girls see the look at his kicks
C#m                         
Look at his car all I say is
C#m                              
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
             B                                        
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over


[Verse]
C#m                                             
Killa I'm not your companion or your man standin
    C#m                                               
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in I'll be scramblin'
     C#m                               
With lots of mobsters shop for lobsters
                              B             
Cops and robbers listen every block is blaka
    B                                         
But she like the way I diddy bop you peep that
                                    B  
Mink on Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
         B                    
She want the so I give her the
        B            
Now she screamin' out
    C#m                                                
Now she playin' with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
C#m                                           
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
                                         C#m     
They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
C#m                         
Listen to my homeboy Santana


[Chorus]
                   C#m                         
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the I'm tellin' ya
    C#m                          
Put a shell in ya now he bleedin'
    C#m                                 
Get him call his he wheezin' he need his
   B        
He screamin'
C#m                        
Damn shut up he's snitchin'
     C#m                          
This nigga's bitchin he's twistin'
   C#m               
If feds was listenin'
          B
Damn whoa ■
    B                              
I'm in trouble need bail money shit
          C#m                          
Where the fuck is my I got trust for my
       C#m                               
That's why I fuck with my that's my nigga
   C#m                                  
He gon' come get his he got love for his
B                      
That's my uh huh uh huh
        C#m                                         
When he got caught with the we went to court for the
     C#m                    
Just me and my and we sayin'
          C#m                          
Be on the block with my with the or the
         B                
When the cops come Squalie


[Verse]
     B                                           
Yeah this is for the sports cars Bonita's Jimmy's
                                         B  
Pj's old school eighteenth at the sports bar
                                   B  
Eight or nine on the holla at your boy
B                 
Killa holla listen
     C#m                 
It's the DIP plus the ROC
C#m                             
You'll be DOA your moms will say
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Shit ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got a lot of 'em
C#m                                  
Matter of fact Guru start poppin' 'em
C#m                         
Then slap up his clap up his
C#m                      
Wrap up his get them gats
C#m                                     
Diplomats are them for the girls and the
B                 C#m                          
Say Now when they see Cam and his they say damn
C#m                                
Santana's that that squeeze hammers
C#m                                           
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't brandish
                               B                           
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
        B           
And I'm back with my
B                         
Until that man is vanished
B                                                     
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
B                                              
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin'


[Chorus]
     B                                         
Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam'll blam blam 'em
B                                
Call up his I'm down South tannin
B                                            
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
B                                                     
Homi's and bodies but now my body your feelin' finicky
B                                           
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for reela
B                                                           
We got dough chinchilla dough and fill with them hollows huh
     B                  
It's the I said it's the
        C#m   B C#m
I'm the Killa ■ ■  


[Outro]