Hang around in bars try to hang around with starsĪnd tell him come on, help you get your shit They don't never have to pay, don't have no cars ![]() To pay your way and your homeboys way and sometimes your cousin's way Oh, Well hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrillĬause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, niggaĮvery time we go somewhere, I gotta reach down in my purse You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass Now everytime I ask you for a little cash So matter of fact, I think ya better call Tyrone (call him)Īnd Tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, come on, come on) ![]() I just want it to be, you and me, like It used to be, Baby See I've been having this on my mind for a long time See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
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