Butt In The Meantime Lyrics
| Song | Butt In The Meantime |
| Artist | Black Sheep |
| Album | A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McLean, Titus | |
| (Verse One) | |
| It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile | |
| If about anything, than it's gotta be style | |
| What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving, | |
| Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let's get the Sheep moving | |
| I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots | |
| I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots | |
| But there's another, the other | |
| The brother on the cover | |
| I brought along, I brought along | |
| I brought along, Lawnge | |
| I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so | |
| Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe | |
| Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted | |
| A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it | |
| Dropping bombs, lovely, make 'em jet without their Jetta | |
| Keep fronting if you're wanting but I bet ya the Beretta | |
| Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go | |
| Not that it's my style cuz I let go my ego | |
| Be it just us, just you or just me or just who | |
| Never am I full, gotta to get residuals | |
| Pronto, Tonto | |
| Was engine number nine | |
| I'm out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one, in the meantime | |
| Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one in the meantime | |
| (Verse Two) | |
| At last, Black Sheep on wax | |
| And finally, it's for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks | |
| Now I won't dally your fiddle | |
| Give ya more than bits and kibble | |
| Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there's a riddle | |
| Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand | |
| Heard a jam that was flam | |
| Bought the album, Van Damme, it's weak | |
| But for the moment, I won't speak | |
| Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them | |
| I mean there, I mean here, damn | |
| Yo, whatcha trying say Dres? | |
| Yo let me try this again | |
| Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I'm displaying | |
| Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and | |
| Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full | |
| Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel | |
| For I am about to rip a style | |
| That will make heads bop awhile | |
| So please step to the right, if ya suck | |
| Should I do 'em Violators "Ahh, what the fuck?" | |
| Moving, yes I'm moving, am I moving? "Goony gu-gu" | |
| Say la say la what, say la say la say la "pu-pu" | |
| Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking | |
| As I'm wrecking, gotcha checking | |
| Step to this and Dres will deck | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse Three) | |
| Surprising you, I'm rising, | |
| Dresmerizing and subliminalizing | |
| Black Sheep are here, we're breaking all ties | |
| And making songs that are prolific | |
| Specific as terrific | |
| Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific | |
| I'm Dres and you are not | |
| You're cold, I'm hot which means I'm soon to boil bootie | |
| Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal | |
| Are you mad, are you jealous | |
| Overjoyed or over zealous? | |
| Hold your glass and sip | |
| For when you held the mike you couldn't rip | |
| Before your mike went hush | |
| Keep sipping stupid lush | |
| I know I'll be all right tonight | |
| I took my time, I didn't rush | |
| I didn't blush, I didn't frown | |
| Got up to get down | |
| Henceforth, I'm getting down and dirty, G | |
| You thought that I would not be | |
| Stupid, Cupid, or elupid | |
| I sting ya like a bumble | |
| Where's the bee, here I be | |
| Can'tcha see, can'tcha peep? | |
| If you're sleeping then wake up | |
| If you're stinking then wash up | |
| If you're creeping, then catch up | |
| You're rolling with the Black Sheep | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : McLean, Titus | |
| Verse One | |
| It' s times like this that I' ve gotta crack a smile | |
| If about anything, than it' s gotta be style | |
| What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving, | |
| Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let' s get the Sheep moving | |
| I' d like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots | |
| I' m single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots | |
| But there' s another, the other | |
| The brother on the cover | |
| I brought along, I brought along | |
| I brought along, Lawnge | |
| I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so | |
| Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe | |
| Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted | |
| A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it | |
| Dropping bombs, lovely, make ' em jet without their Jetta | |
| Keep fronting if you' re wanting but I bet ya the Beretta | |
| Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go | |
| Not that it' s my style cuz I let go my ego | |
| Be it just us, just you or just me or just who | |
| Never am I full, gotta to get residuals | |
| Pronto, Tonto | |
| Was engine number nine | |
| I' m out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes | |
| Chorus | |
| Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one, in the meantime | |
| Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one in the meantime | |
| Verse Two | |
| At last, Black Sheep on wax | |
| And finally, it' s for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks | |
| Now I won' t dally your fiddle | |
| Give ya more than bits and kibble | |
| Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there' s a riddle | |
| Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand | |
| Heard a jam that was flam | |
| Bought the album, Van Damme, it' s weak | |
| But for the moment, I won' t speak | |
| Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them | |
| I mean there, I mean here, damn | |
| Yo, whatcha trying say Dres? | |
| Yo let me try this again | |
| Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I' m displaying | |
| Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and | |
| Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full | |
| Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel | |
| For I am about to rip a style | |
| That will make heads bop awhile | |
| So please step to the right, if ya suck | |
| Should I do ' em Violators " Ahh, what the fuck?" | |
| Moving, yes I' m moving, am I moving? " Goony gugu" | |
| Say la say la what, say la say la say la " pupu" | |
| Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking | |
| As I' m wrecking, gotcha checking | |
| Step to this and Dres will deck | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| Surprising you, I' m rising, | |
| Dresmerizing and subliminalizing | |
| Black Sheep are here, we' re breaking all ties | |
| And making songs that are prolific | |
| Specific as terrific | |
| Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific | |
| I' m Dres and you are not | |
| You' re cold, I' m hot which means I' m soon to boil bootie | |
| Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal | |
| Are you mad, are you jealous | |
| Overjoyed or over zealous? | |
| Hold your glass and sip | |
| For when you held the mike you couldn' t rip | |
| Before your mike went hush | |
| Keep sipping stupid lush | |
| I know I' ll be all right tonight | |
| I took my time, I didn' t rush | |
| I didn' t blush, I didn' t frown | |
| Got up to get down | |
| Henceforth, I' m getting down and dirty, G | |
| You thought that I would not be | |
| Stupid, Cupid, or elupid | |
| I sting ya like a bumble | |
| Where' s the bee, here I be | |
| Can' tcha see, can' tcha peep? | |
| If you' re sleeping then wake up | |
| If you' re stinking then wash up | |
| If you' re creeping, then catch up | |
| You' re rolling with the Black Sheep | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : McLean, Titus | |
| Verse One | |
| It' s times like this that I' ve gotta crack a smile | |
| If about anything, than it' s gotta be style | |
| What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving, | |
| Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let' s get the Sheep moving | |
| I' d like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots | |
| I' m single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots | |
| But there' s another, the other | |
| The brother on the cover | |
| I brought along, I brought along | |
| I brought along, Lawnge | |
| I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so | |
| Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe | |
| Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted | |
| A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it | |
| Dropping bombs, lovely, make ' em jet without their Jetta | |
| Keep fronting if you' re wanting but I bet ya the Beretta | |
| Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go | |
| Not that it' s my style cuz I let go my ego | |
| Be it just us, just you or just me or just who | |
| Never am I full, gotta to get residuals | |
| Pronto, Tonto | |
| Was engine number nine | |
| I' m out to get the nickels, quarters, pennies and the dimes | |
| Chorus | |
| Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one, in the meantime | |
| Now in the meantime, I try to hawk one | |
| I try to hawk one in the meantime | |
| Verse Two | |
| At last, Black Sheep on wax | |
| And finally, it' s for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks | |
| Now I won' t dally your fiddle | |
| Give ya more than bits and kibble | |
| Or is it kibbles and bits that became hits, now there' s a riddle | |
| Believe me, cuz you see, I do understand | |
| Heard a jam that was flam | |
| Bought the album, Van Damme, it' s weak | |
| But for the moment, I won' t speak | |
| Upon this, I mean that, I mean those, I mean them | |
| I mean there, I mean here, damn | |
| Yo, whatcha trying say Dres? | |
| Yo let me try this again | |
| Ya see, this is rather funky, the style that I' m displaying | |
| Somewhat bona fide, on the side of okay and | |
| Finally, your hunger for dopeness is full | |
| Hmmm, please excuse me, Yo, turn it up a decibel | |
| For I am about to rip a style | |
| That will make heads bop awhile | |
| So please step to the right, if ya suck | |
| Should I do ' em Violators " Ahh, what the fuck?" | |
| Moving, yes I' m moving, am I moving? " Goony gugu" | |
| Say la say la what, say la say la say la " pupu" | |
| Say it in a second, after Dres is finished wrecking | |
| As I' m wrecking, gotcha checking | |
| Step to this and Dres will deck | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| Surprising you, I' m rising, | |
| Dresmerizing and subliminalizing | |
| Black Sheep are here, we' re breaking all ties | |
| And making songs that are prolific | |
| Specific as terrific | |
| Move a body in the city to both sides of the Pacific | |
| I' m Dres and you are not | |
| You' re cold, I' m hot which means I' m soon to boil bootie | |
| Your bootie, your bootie, the butt, but still you think your royal | |
| Are you mad, are you jealous | |
| Overjoyed or over zealous? | |
| Hold your glass and sip | |
| For when you held the mike you couldn' t rip | |
| Before your mike went hush | |
| Keep sipping stupid lush | |
| I know I' ll be all right tonight | |
| I took my time, I didn' t rush | |
| I didn' t blush, I didn' t frown | |
| Got up to get down | |
| Henceforth, I' m getting down and dirty, G | |
| You thought that I would not be | |
| Stupid, Cupid, or elupid | |
| I sting ya like a bumble | |
| Where' s the bee, here I be | |
| Can' tcha see, can' tcha peep? | |
| If you' re sleeping then wake up | |
| If you' re stinking then wash up | |
| If you' re creeping, then catch up | |
| You' re rolling with the Black Sheep | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus |
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