Boy
Juelz Santana & Cam'Ron Lyrics
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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 stand-in (nope)
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' (that's right)
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (blaka)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peep that? (Oh you peep that, right?)
Mink on, Mauri 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 fuck, girl, get it out, pick on up (shit)
They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Y'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 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 (whoa, c'mon)
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where 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, uh huh, uh huh (boy, boy, boy, boy)
When he 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 or the (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 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 and the (boy)
Say (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Now when they see Cam and his (boy) they say damn (oh boy)
Santana's that (boy) that squeeze hammers (oh boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (boy)
Until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (boy), I'm down South tannin (oh boy)
Mami I got the remedy, Tommy's I bet the enemy
Homi's and bodies but now my body your feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for reela
We got dough, chinchilla dough and fill with them hollows, huh
It's the (boy), I said it's the (boy)
I'm the (boy, boy, boy, boy), Killa
The song "Boy" by Juelz Santana and Cam'Ron features catchy and repetitive lyrics that boast about their wealth, status, and sexual prowess. The chorus which goes, "All the girls see the Boy, look at his kicks, look at his car, all I say is oh Boy" sets the tone for the braggadocio and confident energy throughout the song. The rappers talk about their extravagant lifestyles, beautiful women, and their willingness to engage in criminal activities without fear of consequences. They also refer to themselves as "Diplomats," a nod to their record label, Diplomat Records.
The song's chorus and some of the verses contain several references to the word "Boy," which is used throughout to describe their status, possessions, and even their associates. The lyrics also include several references to lobster, designer brands such as Chanel and Mauri, and guns, typical in rap lyrics during the early 2000s. The chorus' repetition served as a catchphrase that was popular during the song's release.
"Boy" was released in 2002 and became an instant hit, peaking at number 36 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart. It went on to become Juelz Santana and Cam'Ron's most successful single as solo artists. The song's success led to both artists being signed by Roc-A-Fella Records.
Line by Line Meaning
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
The girls are impressed by the boy's sneakers.
Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
The car the boy drives is impressive.
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
I am not a good person, my background is rough.
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
I will shoot at your friends and leave when the job is done.
Killa, I'm not your companion, or your man stand-in
I am not your friend or your substitute man.
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
Call me when you want sex, and I'll be ready to go.
With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters
I hang out with many criminals and buy expensive food.
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
The streets are dangerous and often filled with gunfire.
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?
She is attracted to the way I dance, did you notice?
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
I am wearing expensive fur, designer sneakers, and a branded hat.
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
She wants me, so I give her all of me.
Now she screamin' out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She is shouting my name in pleasure.
Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
She is masturbating, and I am lifting her up to have sex.
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
This is just sex, so get dressed and leave.
They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandanas
They want me, Montana, who carries guns and wears bandanas.
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Listen to my friend Santana who is also a musician.
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
No one can mess with me.
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
I will shoot you and you will be injured and bleeding.
Get him, call his (Boy) he wheezin' he need his (Boy)
Call his friends, he is wheezing, and he needs medical attention.
He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
He is shouting for his friends.
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
Shut him up, he is turning us in to the authorities.
This nigga's bitchin (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
This person is whining and turning on us.
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn
If the FBI was listening to us, we would be in trouble.
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
I need money to get out of jail.
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
Where is my friend who I trust?
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
I stick with my friend, that's my buddy.
He gon' come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
He'll come get me; he loves me.
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
When he was caught with a gun, we went to court on his behalf.
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
It was just us two, and we were both scared.
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
I'll be hanging out with my friend from Roc-A-Fella records on the street corner.
When the cops come, Squalie!
When the police arrive, we run!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's
This is a shout-out to luxury cars, attractive women, and Rolex watches.
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
I wear silk pajamas and enjoy going to the old school sports bar on 18th Street.
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
I have a gun and want to be approached by anyone who wants to mess with me.
Killa holla listen
Listen to me; I am Killah Cam.
It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy)
It's Dipset plus Roc-A-Fella.
You'll be D-O-A (Boy) your moms will say (Oh Boy)
You will be dead on arrival, and your mother will be distraught.
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
There's no stopping us; we have lots of guns.
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
Actually, Guru has already started shooting them.
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Beat up his friend, then shoot him.
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Put his friend's body in a bag and grab more guns.
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
We are Dipset, and we are here for the girls and the guns.
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Repeat after me: Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy.
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
People are impressed when they see me and my friend.
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Santana is the friend who is skilled at using guns.
Canons and bandanas blammers we don't brandish
We use guns and wear bandanas without hesitation.
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
We will shoot and run away with your money.
And I'm back with my (Boy)
I am back with my trusted friend.
Until that man is vanished
Until our enemy is gone forever.
Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin'
They are foolishly putting on a show.
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Criminals want to be paid for drugs that they are scrambling to sell.
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
We will resort to violence and shoot them.
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin (Oh Boy)
Get his friend on the phone; I am relaxing down south.
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
I have a solution to our problem involving guns.
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky
Hire me to take care of the problem, but you are hesitant.
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for reela
Capo and I enjoy spending time in Morocco for real.
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh
We have money, fur coats, and lots of ammunition.
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I am the boy, the one and only.
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa
I am the boy, Killah Cam.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Cameron Giles, Greg Green, Seon Thomas, Tyrone Fyffe
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics
[Intro: Cam'ron]
Just Blaze! ()
Oh baby, uh, Killa!
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (), look at his kicks ()
Look at his car (), all I say is ()
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's stand-in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peep that?
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (), so I give her the ()
Now she screamin' out (), Killa, Killa
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 bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (), I'm tellin' ya ()
Put a shell in ya () now he bleedin' ()
Get him, call his () he wheezin' he need his ()He screaming ()
Damn, shut up (), he's snitching ()
This nigga's bitching (), he's twisted ()
If Feds was listening (), damn, whoa, whoa, c'mon...
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my ()? I got trust for my ()
That's why I fuck with my (), that's my nigga (oh boy)
He gon' come get his (), he got love for his ()
That's my () uh huh, uh huh
When he got caught with the (),
We went to court for the ()
Just me and my (), and we sayin' ()
Be on the block with my () with the rock or the ()
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 (), holla at your boy
Killa, holla, listen
It's the D-I-P () plus the R-O-C ()
You'll be D-O-A (), your moms will say ()
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em
Shit, matter of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
Then slap up this (), clap up his ()
Wrap up his (), get them gats ()
Diplomats are them () for the girls and the ()
Say ()
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (), they say damn (oh boy)
Santana's that () that squeeze hammers ()
Cannons and bandanas, blammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my ()
[Verse 5: Cam'ron]
Until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon, these kids are grand standin'
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin'
()
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (), I'm down south tannin'
Mami, I got the remedy, Tommy's up at the enemy
Homi's and bodies, but now my body you're feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo, we chill in Morocco for reala
We got dough, chinchilla dough and fill with them hollows, huh
It's the (), I said it's the ()
I'm the () Killa
@MistaFlow
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 stand-in
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka (BLAKA!)
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that?
@gianfeliciano9816
A song with no chorus and it still slaps.
@rackoon5420
Facts it’s like the sample in the instrumental feels like a chorus itself
@abzdeman3
wow it doesn't have a chorus damn
@marvaff6878
@@abzdeman3you how crazy is that I never noticed this until now lol. The sample kinda accomplishes that I guess.
Low key a masterpiece
@Vinchino187
Just Blaaaaze!
@anthonykurian8834
Man I used to blast this song in my car back in the day when it was on mainstream radio. Good times. Sadly, a song like this will never make mainstream these days. Still sounds fresh.
@naromofficial6049
Might Be - by DJ Luke Nasty is kind of the closest we got but I agree :(
@bradbusa3476
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@epic8088
What is this used to shit? I still do.