"Butter"
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, Shron, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em,
leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tase '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 craz 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
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Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X]
Not no Parkay, not no margarine,
Strickly butter baby, strictly butter t
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Phife Dawg:
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I remember when,
Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
Alldfasudden "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 feeh 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 fau from lookin' fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason,for dying ur 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 yon 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' dumbet
If I wanted someone like you
I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be trwated 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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