Tyrone Karaoke - Erykah Badu

This title is a cover of Tyrone as made famous by Erykah Badu

Formats included:


The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

This universal format works with almost any device (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, Connected TVs...)

This format is suitable for KaraFun Windows Player, a free karaoke software. It allows you to turn on or off the backing vocals, lead vocals, and change the pitch or tempo.

Your purchase allows you to download your video in all of these formats as often as you like.


With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 64 BPM)

In the same key as the original: B♭m

Duration: 03:43 - Preview at: 01:27


Release date: 1997
Genres: Soul, In English
Original songwriters: Norman Ellis Hurt, Erykah Badu

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Tyrone

So you all get nice about it alright
Sisters how you all feel?
Brothers you all alright?
See how you all groove to this
I'm getting tired of your shit you don't never buy me nothing
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 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'd better call Tyrone
And tell him come on help you get your shit
You need to call Tyrone
And tell him I said come on
Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say no but turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, well well hold up listen partner
I ain't no cheap thrill
'Cos Miss Badu's always coming for real and you know the deal, nigga
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboy's way and sometimes your cousins' way
They don't never have to pay don't have no cars
Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars
Like Badu
I'mma tell you the truth
Show and prove or get the boot
I think you'd better ha, ha, ha, call him
And tell him come on help you get your shit
You need to call Tyrone
Hold on
But you can't use my phone

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