Tyrone (Live)

Sisters, how y'all feel?

Brothers, y'all alright?

See how y'all groove to this

Alright

I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

See every time you come around

You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone

See, why can't we be by ourselves sometimes?

See I've been havin' this on my mind

For a long time

I just want it to be you and me

Like it you used to be

Baby, but you don't know how to act

So matter fact

I think you better call Tyrone

Call him

And tell him come on

Help you get your shit

Come on, come on, come on

You need to call Tyrone

Call him

And tell him I said come on

Now every time I ask you for a little cash

You say no, but turn right around and ask me for some ass

Oh, whoa

Well hold up, listen, partner

I ain't no cheap thrill

'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

And you know the deal, ****

Every time we go somewhere

I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboy's 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'ma tell you the truth

Show and prove or get the boot

I think you better

Call him

And tell him come on

Help you get your shit

Come on, come on, come on

You need to call Tyrone

Call him

Hold on

But you can't use my phone