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, James, 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
Chorus:
I think you better call Tyrone (call him) And tell him come on, help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (call him) And tell him I said come on
Verse 2:
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 cuz Miss Badu's always comin for real, you know the deal nigga
Everytime we go somewhere i gosta 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 now that ain't right child I said that ain't right child no
Chorus:
So I think you better call Tyrone (call him) and tell him come on, help you get your shit you need to call Tyrone (call him) but you can't use my phone
Hook:
Oh take my pills pay my bills I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real day to day life with you is no thrill it's getting late no time to wait get go on so I can meditate hummm...hummm ha
Light my cone sing my song I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong toodle loo toodle loo dadiada da da da
Doodle day or night wrong or right tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight don't make me go get big Mike
Oh so tell your boys at the liquor store that your gonna need a place to go I don't care butchu gots to leave you can tell 'em you broke up with me
I wanted you to massage my toes but you'd rather play dominoes so baby get up off your knees and hands and go and tell it to the preacher man ha
Chorus:
But first I think ya need to call Tyrone (call him) and tell him come on help you get your shit you need to call Tyrone (call him) hold on but ya can't use my phone