Just blaze
(Oh Baby)
Oh baby uh Killa
All the girls
See us (Boy)
Look at his kicks
(Boy)
Look at this car
(Boy) all they say is
(Oh Boy)
Look at your mami
I'm no good
I'm so hood
Clap what your
Soldiers sober
Then you leave
After it's over
Killa 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
With lobsters
Cops and robbers
Listen every block
Is blocka (Blocka!!!)
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's
Screamin' out
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Now she's playin'
With herself
Cam dig her out
Lift her up
Mine is just stuck
Girl get it out
Pick it up
They want the boys
With mortanas and
Guns with bandanas
Listen to my
Homeboy Santana
Y'all folks can't mess
With us (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'
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Damn shut up (Boy)
He's snitchin'
(Oh Boy)
This fool is switchin'
(Boy)
He's twisted
(Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin'
(Boy)
Damn whoa whoa
C'mon
I'm in trouble
Need bail money
Sh** where the
Mastermind (Boy)
I got trust in my
(Boy)
That's why I mess
With my (Boy)
That's my homey
(Oh Boy)
He gon' come get his
(Boy)
He got love
For his (Boy)
That's my
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
Well you got caught
With the (Boy)
We went to court
For the (Boy)
Just me and my
(Boy)
And we sayin'
(Oh Boy)
Be on the block
With my (Boy)
With the Roc fella
(Boy)
When the cops
Come...squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the
Sports car
Bananas Jimmy's
PJ's old school
Eight two up
At the sports bar
Eight or nine
On a (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) shoo no
Stoppin' 'em guns
We got alot of 'em
Matter fact
Coolcu start
Poppin' 'em
Then slap up his
(Boy)
Clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy)
Get the mats
(Oh Boy)
Dump the mats
For the...
For the girls and the
(Boy)
Say (yeah yeah yeah)
Now when they see
Cam and his (Boy)
They say damn
(Oh Boy)
Santana that's (Boy)
That squeeze
Hammers (Oh Boy)
Clammers and
Brandanas and
Glammers we don't
Brandish
Playin' with your
Man's Canvas
Then scream with
Your man's leaded
I'm back with
My (Boy)
Until that man's van
Is away
In the Grand Canyon
These kids are
Grand standin'
These people demand
Ransom over the
Grands scramblin'
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Well master
Van Dam 'em
Clam the blam blam
'Em
Call up his (Boy)
I'm downa south
Tana
Mami
I got the remedy
Tommy's up at
The enemy
Find me somebody
But now my body's
Is feelin' finicky
Uh Killin' the Coppa
We chill in Romaka
For rilla
We got what you
Chill it though
With fear with those
Our's huh
It's the (Boy)
I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
Killa....
(Boy Oh Boy)
(Boy Oh Boy)
(Boy Boy Boy)...