Verse one: phife dawg
1988 senior year, garvey high
where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly
loungin with the tipster, coolin with sha
scopin out the honeys - they know who they are
i was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin
fly girl gettin but never was i sweatin
cause when it came to honeys i would go on a stroll
until i met my match - her name was flo
yeah - i messed around with the one called flo
all the troopers round the way used to call her a ho
but deep down in my heart i knew that flo was good to go
cause i thought it was me - like bell biv devoe
but little did i know that she was playinand' with my mind
the only thing i learned is, good girls are hard to find
i feel like heavy d i need somebody for me
not someone whoand's mind is blank and tryinand' to juice me for my bank
swinginand' with my main man lucky behind my back
what type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack?
word life, i canand't front - thought i was all that
but now it seems, i met my match
was a stone cold lover, you couldnand't tell me jack
settlinand' down with one girl, wasnand't tryinand' to hear that
i had tonya, tamika, sharon, karen
tina, stacy, julie, tracy
used ta love and'em, leave and'em, skeeze and'em, tease and'em
find and'em, lose and'em - also abuse and'em
my whole attitude was new day, next hon
and believe it or not, they all got done
well here comes flo, with the crazy whip appeal
and iand'm all true man, like alexander oand'neal
is this really love, then again, how would i know
after all this time tryinand' to be a superhoe
she finally played me, but yo, iand'd find another
cause i got the crazy game and yo, iand'm smooth like butter
Chorus: q-tip
Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2x]
not no parkay, not no margarine,
strickly butter baby, strictly butter
verse two: phife dawg
I remember when,
girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
allofasudden andquot;we love you phifeandquot; - ease of ho, my nameand's malik
phife this, phife that, where you goinand', where you at
these girls donand't know me from jack, yet i feel like the mack
you didnand't want me then, so hon, donand't want me now
here, here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
and take the ccontact out your eye, youand're far from lookinand' fly
you get an e for effort, and t for nice try
now tell me whatand's the reason, for dyinand' your hair
slum village gold still danglin in your ear
you barely have a neck but still sportinand' a rope
four-finger ring just so phifer can scope
you looked in the mirror, didnand't know what to do
yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true
and if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you
if your hair and eyes were real, i wouldnand't have dissed ya
but since it was bought, i had to dismiss ya
if you canand't achieve it, then why not try and weave it
if you canand't extend it then you might as well suspend it
if you canand't braid it, best thing to do is fade it
i asked who did your hair and you tell me andquot;diane made itandquot;
if you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
but i canand't stand, no bionic lady
tryinand' hard to look fly, but yo, youand're lookinand' dumber
if i wanted someone like you i woulda swung with jamie summers
you wanna be treated right, see father mc
or check ralph tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty
see i am not the one, i got more game than parker brothers
phife dog is on the mic and iand'm smooth like butter . . .
