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 . . .