Butter Lyrics
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#118;>Verse one: phife dawg<br /><br />1988 senior year, garvey high<br />Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly<br />Loungin with the tipster, coolin with sha<br />Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are<br />I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin<br />Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin<br />Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll<br />Until I met my match - her name was flo<br />Yeah - I messed around with the one called flo<br />All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho<br />But deep down in my heart I knew that flo was good to go<br />Cause I thought it was me - like bell biv devoe<br />But little did I know that she was playin’ with my mind<br />The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find<br />I feel like heavy d I need somebody for me<br />Not someone who’s mind is blank and tryin’ to juice me for my bank<br />Swingin’ with my main man lucky behind my back<br />What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? <br />Word life, I can’t front - thought I was all that<br />But now it seems, I met my match<br />Was a stone cold lover, you couldn’t tell me jack<br />Settlin’ down with one girl, wasn’t tryin’ to hear that<br />I had tonya, tamika, sharon, karen<br />Tina, stacy, julie, tracy<br />Used ta love ’em, leave ’em, skeeze ’em, tease ’em<br />Find ’em, lose ’em - also abuse ’em<br />My whole attitude was new day, next hon<br />And believe it or not, they all got done<br />Well here comes flo, with the crazy whip appeal<br />And I’m all true man, like alexander o’neal<br />Is this really love, then again, how would I know<br />After all this time tryin’ to be a superhoe<br />She finally played me, but yo, I’d find another<br />Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I’m smooth like butter<br /><br />Chorus: q-tip<br /><br />Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2x]<br />Not no parkay, not no margarine,<br />Strickly butter baby, strictly butter<br /><br />Verse two: phife dawg<br /><br />I remember when,<br />Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks<br />Allofasudden we love you phife - ease of ho, my name’s malik<br />Phife this, phife that, where you goin’, where you at<br />These girls don’t know me from jack, yet I feel like the mack<br />You didn’t want me then, so hon, don’t want me now<br />Here, here - take the towel, wipe off your brow<br />And take the ccontact out your eye, you’re far from lookin’ fly<br />You get an e for effort, and t for nice try<br />Now tell me what’s the reason, for dyin’ your hair<br />Slum village gold still danglin in your ear<br />You barely have a neck but still sportin’ a rope<br />Four-finger ring just so phifer can scope<br />You looked in the mirror, didn’t know what to do<br />Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue<br />Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true<br />And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you<br />If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn’t have dissed ya<br />But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya<br />If you can’t achieve it, then why not try and weave it<br />If you can’t extend it then you might as well suspend it<br />If you can’t braid it, best thing to do is fade it<br />I asked who did your hair and you tell me diane made it<br />If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe<br />But I can’t stand, no bionic lady<br />Tryin’ hard to look fly, but yo, you’re lookin’ dumber<br />If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with jamie summers<br />You wanna be treated right, see father mc<br />Or check ralph tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty<br />See I am not the one, I got more game than parker brothers<br />Phife dog is on the mic and I’m smooth like butter . . .<br />