1988, senior year at Garvey High, where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin' with the Timpson, coolin' with Shaw, scopin' out the honeys, they know who they are I was the B-ball playin', fly rhyme sayin', fly girl gettin', whenever was I sweatin' Cause when it came to honeys, I would go on a stroke, 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 Well deep down in my heart, I knew that Flo was good to go, cause I thought it was me, like Belle de Vaux Well 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 tryin' to juice before my banks Swingin' with my main man, lucky behind my back, what type of *** is that? Yo, how's about a smack, word like *** and 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 Tanya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen, Tina, Stacey, 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 hunt, and believe it or not, they all got done But here comes Flo, with the crazy whipper peeler, now I'm all too mad, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love? Then again, who would I know, after all this time, tryin' to be a super ho She finally played me, but yo I'd find another, cuz I'm dr. Crazy gamer, you know we 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 Not no parkin', but the butter baby, it's like butter, it's like butter, baby, it's like butter, like the butter, baby Not no parkin', 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 Muli, fight this, fight 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 yo, hun, don't want me now, yeah, yeah Take the towel, wipe off your brow and take the contact out your eye You're far from lookin' fly, you're gettin' E for effort and Z for nice try And tell me what's the reason for dyin' your hair? Slum village gold still danglin' in your hair You barely have a neck, but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Pfeiffer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown, but today they're all 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 dished ya But since it was born, 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 asked who did your hair, you tell me Diane Manning 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 would've swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right? See Father MC Or check Ralph Trestman for sensitivity Cause I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers fight Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like butter Butter Butter Butter Butter