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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 . . .
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