A Tribe Called Quest Butter lyrics

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 hoe
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 your, how's 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 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'Neil
Is this really love, then again, how would I know
After all this time tryin' to be a super hoe
She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another
'Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter

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, like butter baby

Not no parkay, not no margarine
Strictly butter, strictly butter baby

I remember when, girls were goodie two shoes
But now they turned to freaks all of a sudden
"We love you Phife" ease of hoe, 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 contact 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 you
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss you
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 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 sensitivity
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