A Tribe Called Quest - Butter

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 . . .