[Butterfly]      We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids   Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids   Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics   You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records   He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds   She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds   Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane   They flock to booms man boogie had to change   Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion   Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions   Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama   When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas   What by the cut we push it off the corner   How was the buzz entire hip hop era?   Was fresh and fat since they started sayin outie   Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie   The puba of the styles like miles and shit   Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms   Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block   We be to rap what key be to lock      But   I'm cool like dat [x7]   I'm cool...I'm cool...      [Ladybug]      We be the chocolates taps on my raps   She innovates at the sweeta cat naps   He at the funk club with the vibrate   Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?   It can kick a plan then a crowd burst   Me I be diggin it with s bump verse   Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye   He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)   Who understood yeah understood the plan   Him heard a beat and put it to his hands   What I just flip let borders get loose   How to consume or they'll be just like juice   If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic   The babes'll go spastic   Hip hop gains a classic   Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter   Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)      And   I'm chill like dat [x7]   I'm chill...I'm chill...      [All]      Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....   Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...      [Doodlebug]      We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss   Them they're the jams and commence to goin off   She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it   Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent   Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt   Him thats my man with the asteroid belt   They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big   He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs   The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll   The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls   You used to find a bug in a box with fade   Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids      And   I'm peace like dat [x7]   I'm Peace      [Butterfly]      Check it out man I groove like dat   I'm smmoce like dat   I jive like dat    I roll like dat      [Ladybug]      Yeah I'm thick like dat   I stack like dat   I'm down like dat   I'm black like dat      [Doodlebug]      Well yo I funk like dat   I'm fat like dat   I'm in like dat   Cause I swing like dat      [Butterfly]      We jazz like dat   We freak like dat   We zoom like dat   We out...we out...