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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 playin´ 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 who´s mind is blank and tryin´ to juice me for my bank
swingin´ with my main man lucky behind my back
what type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack?
word life, i can´t front - thought i was all that
but now it seems, i met my match
was a stone cold lover, you couldn´t tell me jack
settlin´ down with one girl, wasn´t tryin´ to hear that
i had tonya, tamika, sharon, karen
tina, stacy, julie, tracy
used ta love ´em, leave ´em, skeeze ´em, tease ´em
find ´em, lose ´em - also abuse ´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 i´m all true man, like alexander o´neal
is this really love, then again, how would i know
after all this time tryin´ to be a superhoe
she finally played me, but yo, i´d find another
cause i got the crazy game and yo, i´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 "we love you phife" - ease of ho, my name´s malik
phife this, phife that, where you goin´, where you at
these girls don´t know me from jack, yet i feel like the mack
you didn´t want me then, so hon, don´t want me now
here, here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
and take the ccontact out your eye, you´re far from lookin´ fly
you get an e for effort, and t for nice try
now tell me what´s the reason, for dyin´ your hair
slum village gold still danglin in your ear
you barely have a neck but still sportin´ a rope
four-finger ring just so phifer can scope
you looked in the mirror, didn´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 wouldn´t have dissed ya
but since it was bought, i had to dismiss ya
if you can´t achieve it, then why not try and weave it
if you can´t extend it then you might as well suspend it
if you can´t braid it, best thing to do is fade it
i asked who did your hair and you tell me "diane made it"
if you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
but i can´t stand, no bionic lady
tryin´ hard to look fly, but yo, you´re lookin´ 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 i´m smooth like butter...