Butter (UK Hip Hop Remix)

Nineteen eighty-eight, senior year at Garvey High

Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly

Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Shy

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 Flow

Yeah, I messed around with the one called Flow

All the troopers 'round the ways used to call her a ho

But deep down in my heart I knew that Flow 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've 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 trying to 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 Tanya, Tanika, 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 hun

And believe it or not, they all got done

But here comes Flow, with the crazy whip appeal

And I'm all too mad, 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

Not no Parkay, but the butter, baby

It's like butter, it's like butter, baby

It's like butter, like the butter, baby

Not no Parkay, not no margarine

Strictly butter, strictly butter, baby

I remember when girls were goody two-shoes

But now they turn to freaks all of a sudden

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

And 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 can never be true

And if you really like 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 ask you 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 have 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

Butter

Butter

Butter

Butter