Tyrone (Extended Version)

Alright then

I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

And every time you come around

You got to bring Jim, John, Paul and Tyrone

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

See, 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 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, well, hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill

'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real, and 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

When we all went out to eat, you made me ride in the backseat

And that ain't right, child, I said that ain't right, child, no

So 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)

But you can't use my phone

Oh, take my pills, pay my bills

I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real (Call him)

Day to day life with you is no thrill

Come on, come on, come on

It's getting late, no time to wait

Get gone so I can meditate (Call him)

Om, Om, ha-ha

Light my cone, sing my song

I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong (Call him)

Toodle-loo, toodle-loo

Come on, come on, come on

Da-di-da-da, da, da, da

Do-do, day or night, wrong or right

Tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight (Call him)

Don't make me go get big Mike

Oh, so tell your boys at the liquor store

That you gonna need a place to go (Call him)

I don't care but you gots to leave

You can tell 'em you broke up with me

Come on, come on, come on

I wanted you to massage my toes

But you'd rather play dominoes (Call him)

So baby, get up off your knees and hands

And go and tell it to the preacher man, ha

But first I think you need to 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)

Hold on, but you can't use my phone