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 . . .