The Concretes - Oh Boy lyrics

Just blaze, oh, baby, oh, baby, uh, k**aAll 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 overk**a, 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 f**, girl, get it out, pick on up They want the boy, Montana with guns, with bandannas Listen to my homeboy SantanaY'all n***as can't f** 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 n***as b**hin', boy, he's twistin', oh boy If Feds was listenin', boy, damn, whoa, whoa I'm in trouble, need bail money, sh**Where the f** is my boy? I got trust for my boy That's why I f** with my boy, that's my n***a, 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, [Incomprehensible] at the sports bar Eight or nine on a boy, holla at your boy k**a, 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" sh**, 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', n***as demand ransome Over them grands scramblin', boy, boy, boy, boyWell, f** 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 [Incomprehensible], but now my body your feelin' like fanickyk**a 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, k**aBoy, oh boy, boy, oh boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy, boy