Who Cloned Tyrone

I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

And every time you come around

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

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

See, you been tamperin' with my mind for a long time

I just want it to be cool and free

Like it used to be, baby

But ya don't know how to act, see

So matter fact

Them motherfuckers cloned Tyrone

Cloned him

So tell him, "Come on," help him get your shit

Come on, come on, come on

Somebody cloned Tyrone

Cloned him

Tell him I said, "Come on"

Now every time we try to make a little cash

They say no, then turn right around and flash ya for some ass

Oh, whoa, say, hold up, listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill

'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

Now you know the deal, ****

Every time we go somewhere, they gotta search down in my purse

And scan yo' waves and yo' homeboy waves

And sometimes your cousin's waves

They don't never have to pay

We buy the cars, hang around in bars tryna hang around with stars

Like Badu, I'ma tell you the truth

Got the proof, it's on the news

Them motherfuckers cloned Tyrone

Cloned him

Hell goin' on, I don't get this shit

Come on, come on, come on

Somebody cloned Tyrone

Cloned him

And they tappin' our phones