Butter (Hip Hop Mix)

1988 senior year at 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've 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

Swingin' 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

Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' 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 tryin' 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

Ayy, yo, 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