Karaoké Oh Boy Cam'ron & Juelz Santana

Just Blaze

Oh baby

Uh Killa

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

You 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

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

Uh 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

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 screamin'

Sss uh

Damn shut up

He's snitchin'

This nigga's bitchin'

He's twisted

If feds was listenin'

Damn woah woah come on

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

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

Matter of fact

Guru start poppin' 'em

Then slap up his

Clap up his

Wrap up his

Get them gats

Diplomats are them for the girls and the

Say yeah yeah

Now when they see Cam and his they say Damn

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

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

Homies 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