A Tribe Called Quest - Butter lyrics

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1988 senior year at Garvey High
Where all the guys were corny but
The girls were mad fly
Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Sha
Scoping out the honeys they know who they are
I was the b ball playing, fly rhyme saying
Fly girl getting but never was I sweating
'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 playing 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 whose mind is blank and
Tryna juice me for my banks
Swinging with my main man
Lucky behind my back
What type of crap is that yo
How's about a smack?
Word life, I can't front
Thought I was all that
But now it seems, I've met my match
I was a stone cold lover
You couldn't tell me jack
Settling down with one girl
Wasn't trying to hear that
I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen
Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy
Used to 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 trying to be a super ho
She finally played me
But yo I'd find another
'Cause I got the crazy game and yo
I'm smooth like butter

Ayo, it's like butter
It's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like the butter baby
Not no Parkay, not no margarine
Strictly butter, strictly butter, baby

I remember when girls were goodie two
Shoes but now they turning freaks
All of a sudden
(we love you Phife) ease off ho
My name's Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you going
Where you at
These girls don't know me from jack
Yet I feel like the Mack
You didn't want me then, so yo hon
Don't want me now
Here, Here - take the towel
Wipe off your brow
And take the contact out your eye
You're far from looking fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason
For dying your hair
Slum village gold still dangling in your ear
You barely have a neck but
Still sporting 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 liked 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
But 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
Trying hard to look fly, but yo
You're looking dumber
If I wanted someone like you I
Would've swung with Jaime Sommers
You wanna be treated right, see Father MC
Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sensitivity
'Cause I am not the one
I got more game than Parker Brothers
Phife Dawg is on the mic
And I'm smooth like butter