[Butterfly]nnWe like the breeze flow straight out of our lidsnThem they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kidsnUs flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classicsnYou dig the crew on the fattest hip hop recordsnHe touch the kinks and sinks into the soundsnShe frequents the fatter joints called undergroundsnOur funk zooms like you hit the Mary JanenThey flock to booms man boogie had to changenWho freaks the clips with mad amount percussionnWhere kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensionsnWhy's it so fly cause hip hop kept some dramanWhen Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede PumasnWhat by the cut we push it off the cornernHow was the buzz entire hip hop era?nWas fresh and fat since they started sayin audinCause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodienThe puba of the styles like miles and shitnLike sixties funky worms with waves and permsnJust sendin chunky rhythms right down ya blocknWe be to rap what key be to locknnButnI'm cool like dat [x7]nI'm cool...I'm cool...nn[Ladybug]nnWe be the chocolates taps on my rapsnInnovates at the sweeta cat napsnHe at the funk club with the vibratenThem they be crazy down with the ?five plate?nIt can kick a plan then a crowd burstnMe I be diggin it with s bump versenUs we be freakin til dawn blinks an eyenHe gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)nWho understood yeah understood the plannHim heard a beat and put it to his handsnWhat I just flip let borders get loosenHow to consume or they'll be just like juicenIf its the shit we'll lift it off the plasticnThe babes'll go spasticnHip hop gains a classicnPimp playin shock it don't matter I'm fatternAx Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)nnAndnI'm chill like dat [x7]nI'm chill...I'm chill...nn[All]nnBlink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....nThink..think..think..think..think..think..think...nn[Doodlebug]nnWe get ya free cause the clips be fat bossnThem they're the jams and commence to goin offnShe sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed itnMe I got crew kids seven and a crescentnUs cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealtnHim that's my man with the asteroid beltnThey catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-bignHe rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigsnThe rebirth of slick like my gangsta strollnThe lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rollsnYou used to find a bug in a box with fadenNow he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braidsnnAndnI'm peace like dat [x7]nI'm Peacenn[Butterfly]nnCheck it out man I groove like datnI'm smmoce like datnI jive like dat nI roll like datnn[Ladybug]nnYeah I'm thick like datnI stack like datnI'm down like datnI'm black like datnn[Doodlebug]nnWell yo I funk like datnI'm fat like datnI'm in like datnCause I swing like datnn[Butterfly]nnWe jazz like datnWe freak like datnWe zoom like datnWe out...we out...