Hey, me and you cyaan go no weh, you know
Shut up your moooouth
A my gyal that, my youth
My boo
Yo, a wha' happen to you?
Sean a Paul and Mr. Vegas again
Dutty, yo!
[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Trilala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-laay
I and I buck a hot gyal today
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-la
I and I-man haffi get da gyal yah
[Verse 1: Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
Well, competition haffi gwaan, cah me first...
Sight da gyal yah, Jah know say a war buss
Between Sean a Paul and Mr. Vegas
A which one a pour the coffee dung in her thermos?
Me haffi get da gyal, yah now
Man, a gyow you deh gyow
She leggo her number 'pon me
Could be the wrong number, yo
Me beg her for a date
And then she kill you with the, "No!"
Say, but she still know man a no bait, and man no ol' poppy show
Becah me haffi make a try
Haffi get a bligh, get the needle eye
I and I nah go romp with no guy
Or me haffi make a cruise inna me rubber shoes
Gyal a get bruise
Sean a Paul win and Vegas a lose
[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Trilala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-laay
I and I buck a hot gyal today
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-la
I and I-man haffi get da gyal yah
[Verse 2: Sean Paul & Mr. Vegas]
A me alone have the key to her apartment
She only waan use Vegas fi pay rent
She say she love me body scent and me accent
She no waan no likkle bwoy weh jooks with him parents
But you no see a me have the gyal wee-ee-eak?
Woman want a man weh can dwee-ee-eet
She want the loving right through the wee-ee-eek
And she no waan no man weh love slee-ee-eep
Could you be telling me that I-man is a punk?
When seven days a the week and you no stop from get drunk?
Well I-man bun up the chronic, a the highest grade skunk
And charge up me body cah Jah know me nah flunk, hey!
[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Trilala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-laay
I and I buck a hot gyal today
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-la
I and I-man haffi get da gyal yah
- Sean Paul (Mr. Vegas):
Well, competition haffi gwaan, 'cause me first...
Sight da gyal yah, Jah know say a war buss
Between Sean the Paul and Mr. Vegas
A which one a pour the coffee dung in her thermos?
Me haffi get da gyal, yah now
Man, a gyow you deh gyow
She leggo her number 'pon me
Could be the wrong number, yo
Me beg her for a date
And then she kill you with the, "No!"
But she still know man a no bait, and man no ol' poppy show
Becah me haffi make a try
Haffi get a bligh, get the needle eye
I and I nah go romp with no guy
Or me haffi make a cruise inna me rubber shoes
Gyal a get bruise
Sean a Paul win and Vegas a lose
[Chorus: Mr. Vegas]
Trilala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-laay
Me no cater wha' you waan say
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-la
I and I-man haffi get da gyal yah
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-laay
I and I buck a hot gyal today
Lala-lala-lala, boom-boom, she-la
I and I-man haffi get da gyal yah
[Outro: Sean Paul]
A me alone a get the keys to her apartment
She only waan use Vegas fi pay rent
She say she love me body scent and me accent
She no waan no likkle bwoy weh a live with him parents
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