Lyrics:

[Cam:] What up boy, boy?
[Guy:] Aint nothin boy, boy, its good in the hood
[Cam:] Whats poppin boy, boy?
[Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin jacks boy, boy
My man Smit over hear, hes got somethin on his mind
[Cam:] Sup Smitty?
[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
now, boy, boy
He dont understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
[Cam:] Why you aint smack boy, boy?
[Guy:] Well he got somethin on his mind, you know what Im sayin?
Im tryin show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
Im tryin let em live boy, boy, this is real ya understand?
You need to stop playin with me like that boy, boy
[Cam:] Yeah, Im a holla at nigga, boy, boy

[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
Went from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin for Hos
Lookin for hos, to straight up baggin one
From my game in her brain, aint no wagon, hun (Aint no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dicks in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya)
Front door, to You know where the Jacuzzi is?
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, cant be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, thats my nature
Do five you now, yall die later
Come to your wake, look at you; Hi hater
From the wake to lot, another boogie
From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin ugly (Ugly)
From the hill to that state Dakota
From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin soda, KILLA

[Chorus:]
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy

[Verse 2]
Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin boy, boy
Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
Be careful of the motherfuckin boys, boy
Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
Bitches too, joy toy, what
Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
Put my dick in her mouth, thats what fascinate her
Im a legendary now, past the player, past the player
Got the rock? Pass that player
Im like Betty Crocker with cake, thats in layers
I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
He said Camron, please stop this crack behavior
(Shut the fuck up, man)
He aint know 96, I had a knack for Gators
I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
Wanna act, setback, relax a player
Cause all these hos jelly you hard
When your purlieus are hard
And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
I stick to their stomachs, their bellys will barf
And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
Why fucking me like that? Calm down thats my uterus
my serfix, my ovaries Relax, Im doin this
Welcome to exclusiveness
You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek off
Wait a minute ma, wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
That way you really blow
Havin to fuck cats, she dont really know
Then take all her money; you dont feel me, though
You dont understand my pimp-ery
You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, Im into me

[Chorus]
Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
Oh this nigga getting money? Holla boy, boy
Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
Oh you got that hydro? You lyin boy, boy
If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops boy, boy
Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy