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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 . . .

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