Tyrone (Extended Version)

I'm gettin' tired of your ****

You don't never buy me nothin'

See everytime 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 used to be,baby

But 'cha don't know how to act

So matter fact

I think you'd better call Tyrone

(Call him)

And tell him come on help you get your ****

(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!

Now hold up,listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill

Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

You now the deal,*****

Everytime 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

When we out it's ought to be

You lied around in the back seat

So I think you'd better call Tyrone

And tell him come on

help you get your ****

You need to call Tyrone

(Call him)

Hold on....

But you can't use my phone

Take my bills pay my bills

Day ,the day, life with you

Come on Come on Come on

Sing my song

I don't give a damn if it's right or wrong

Doo Doo day or night, or right

Take your boy cmove out to another place and watch the fire

Don't make me go get big night

So take your boys to have a little storm

I don't care what's your best Lee

You can tell him you broke up with me