[Live Intro]
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Sisters, how y'all feel?
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Brothers, y'all alright?
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Lemme see how y'all groove to this
Alright
[Verse 1]
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I'm gettin' tired of your shit
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You don't never buy me nothin'
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See every time you come around
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You gotta bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
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See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
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See I've been having this on my mind for a long time
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I just want it to be you and me
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Like it used to be, baby
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But ya don't know how to act
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So matter of fact
[Hook]
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I think ya better call Tyrone (call him)
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And tell him come on, help you get your shit
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(Come on, come on, come on)
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You need to call Tyrone (call him)
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And tell him I said come on
[Verse 2]
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Now every time I ask you for a little cash
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You say naw, but turn right around and ask me for some ass
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Oh, whoa well hold up, listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill
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Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real and you know the deal, nigga!
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Every time we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse
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To pay your way and your homeboys' way and sometimes your cousin's way
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They don't never have to pay, don't have no cars
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Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars
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Like Badu Imma tell you the truth
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Show and prove or get the boot
[Hook]
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I think ya better
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(call him)
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And tell him come on, help you get your shit
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(Come on, come on, come on)
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You need to call Tyrone (call him)
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Hold on
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But you can't use my phone