Apache, Cut Monitor Milo, Collie Weed - Hey Girl lyrics

Hey girl, all-on me girl
Why you wan' trouble me girl
Hey girl, all-on me girl
Why you wan' trouble me girl

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
Asked you what your sign was and
You told me 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?

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-IS-E, L-IN-G
Gimme likkle L-O-V-IN-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

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

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?)