Hey Girl

[Chorus: Collie Weed]

Hey girl, all-on me girl

Why you wan' trouble me girl

Hey girl, all-on me girl

Why you wan' trouble me girl

[Apache]

Hey girl it's me Apache, how soon we forget

As long as I have a face, you'll have a place to sit

What do you want or better yet what do you need ho

Links or minks, a ride, or more dough (no)

Everytime I see you your hand's out, you're bummin

Claimin to be a woman, I hate to see her comin

We could've had it all if you just chilled

That's you with your sidewalls and you talkin the dollar bill

Stop gamin, girl I don't hate ya

You slack in your mack game, you wicked by nature

So get sweet, slick and slide for the next man

You might catch a backhand, cause I know your gameplan

Grab a cab, be on your way, that should start ya

I like your entrance, let me see your departure

Hurry up, get away, move on the double G

Why the fuck you wanna trouble me?

[Chorus x2]

[Collie Weed's patoid - best guess]

Dem a ho until mi end, ta me inna end

Tell ya [?] to go, now ya fierce pussy claat

PLEASE, sexy [?] come walk wit me

Gimme likkle love an' make me feel irie

Make me [?] shake like the mango tree

Right here on da grass, right next to me

OHH OHH, I'm lone-lyyy

I wan' this young lady here just to 'old me

BECAUSE, me is a [?] suit ya lovely fine

Mi need a gal who can give me likkle time

Yours are yours and, mine are mine

Dem a ho, I know de one Milo Don

Dem a ho, I know de one Collie Weed

Dem a [?] W-A-I-S-E, L-I-N-G

Gimme likkle L-O-V-I-N-G

An' me Collie Weed, that's all I need

No get up inna temple cause I ask her to plead

Iyyah [?], [?]

I watch out de love cause it's me for me

Not for mi lovesick, not de money

Watch out gal, what me tight-ahh

[Collie Weed singing]

I want some lovin, and dat's de way I'm feeelin-ah

Stop alla-de nonsense, I have no vindictive feeelin-ah

I want you to squeeze me, my sugar pie big baaty dumpling-ah

Come a likkle closer, I hafta tell you a likkle somet'ing

[Milo]

Eeny, meenie, mynie, moe

Who be the next ho to fuck with the ho pro

When I met you I was backed up, stopped up

I said come sit on my lap, let's see what pops up

Took the bait, asked if we could go to a hotel

Took you to the crib, did you on the DL

Gave up the pussy, I took it, rocked it

Everytime I turn around you got your hands in my pocket

But I ain't checkin for ya, your game's too slow

I'm too tall for that so bitch act like you know

Also, you're on the flip tip

This friendship, could end wit'cha leavin with a broke hip

Find another brother and run the same lame game

I forgot your name, so I can't complain

Hurry up, get away, move on the double G

Why the fuck you wanna trouble me?

(Why you wan' trouble me girl?)

[Chorus x2]

[over Chorus] This is something for the people

[Collie Weed's "Hey" echoes repeatedly]

[at the end] Why you wan' trouble me girl?