I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin'
See Everytime we go somewhere You got to bring James, John, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes I've been having this on my mind
For a long time I just want it to be
You and me Like It used to be, Baby
But ya don't know how to act So matter of fact
I think ya better call Tyrone (Call Him)
And Tell him come on, Help you get your Shit (Come On, Come on)
You better Call Tyrone (Call Him)
but you can't use my phone Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, Well hold up Listen partna
I am no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real
you know the deal Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousin's way They don't never have to pay
Don't have no cars Hang around in bars
Try to hang around with stars Like Badu
I'm gon' tell you the truth [scat]
ya better call tyrone
(Call Him) And tell him come on
Help you get your shit You need to call call call Tyrone
(Call Him) But ya can't use my phone
I think you better call call call tyrone (call him)
and tell him come on come on you better call call tyrone (call him)
but you can't use my phone