Lyrics for Hey Girl by Queen Latifah :
[Hook: 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
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 f*ck you wanna trouble me?

[Hook] – repeat 2X

[Cut Monitor Milo]
Dem a ho until mi end, ta me inna end
Tell ya {?} to go, now ya fierce pus*y 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

[Kollie Weed]
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

[Apache]
Eeny, meenie, mynie, moe
Who be the next ho to f*ck 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 pus*y, 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 b*tch 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 f*ck you wanna trouble me?
(Why you wan’ trouble me girl?)

[Hook] – repeat 2X

[Over Hook] This is something for the people

{*Collie Weed’s “Hey” echoes repeatedly*}

[At the end] Why you wan’ trouble me girl?