Butt In the Meantime
Black Sheep Lyrics


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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 'cause 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, 'cause 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Butt In the Meantime" by Black Sheep is a playful and boastful expression of skill and style. The first verse opens with a confident declaration of the singer's persona, "If about anything, than it's gotta be style." He then calls out to his partner, Lawnge, to start the music and introduce the group. The lyrics then jump around from topic to topic, touching on themes of love and sex, fame and money, and power and control. There is a sense of free-flowing improvisation in the song, with lines like "Never am I full, gotta get residuals / Pronto, Tonto was engine number nine," not clearly connected to the overall structure or theme. The chorus, "Butt in the meantime, I try to hawk one," is similarly nonsensical but rhythmic and catchy.


The second verse introduces a bit more structure and meta-commentary. The singer first acknowledges the accolades they have received for their music and then criticizes the work of others, highlighting the riddle of success in the industry. He then delivers his own rhyme, which is described as "bona fide" and "dope," before inviting listeners to join in the rhythm and move their bodies. The third and final verse continues the theme of superiority and competition, with Dres declaring himself "hot" and "boiling booty," while dismissing others as "stupid lush" and "elupid." He then delivers rapid-fire rhymes, challenging listeners to keep up and follow the Black Sheep.


Line by Line Meaning

It's times like this that I've gotta crack a smile
I'm happy at this moment


If about anything, than it's gotta be style
If there's one thing I care about, it's fashion


What happens now? A better man can hold the mike and do the proving,
Someone else could do this better than me


Dres, of the Black Sheep Yo, let's get the Sheep moving
I'm Dres from Black Sheep and let's get started


I'd like to pay a tribute, to what, to knocking boots
I want to honor the act of having sex


I'm single and I mingle if ya jingle I play roots
I'm not in a relationship, but I'm willing to flirt and have some fun


But there's another, the other The brother on the cover I brought along, I brought along I brought along, Lawnge
There's another member of the group, Lawnge, who I brought with me today


I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe
I'm telling everyone to dance and have a good time because Black Sheep is not like any other group out there


Now I hold a microphone, but this is what I wanted A pocket full of panonie, better me than those that front it
I finally have what I wanted which is a microphone and the chance to perform, and I would rather have the money than those who pretend to have it


Dropping bombs, lovely, make 'em jet without their Jetta Keep fronting if you're wanting but I bet ya the Beretta
I'm making a powerful impact with my performances, and I'm warning people not to mess with me because I have a gun


Punctuates and exclamates, the lingo I let go Not that it's my style 'cause I let go my ego
I use a lot of punctuation in my lyrics and the language I use, but it's not because I have a big 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
It doesn't matter if it's just me or any of us in the group, we want to make money and get paid


At last, Black Sheep on wax And finally, it's for himself that Mista Lawnge is laying tracks
Black Sheep is finally on a record, and Lawnge is doing it for himself


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
I won't waste your time with useless information, and I'm playing off a pet food commercial


Believe me, 'cause 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
Trust me, I know good music and that one song was good, but the album isn't great


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
I'm trying to convey what I mean to say, but I'm having trouble, so let me try 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
The music I make is cool and authentic, and it should satisfy your craving for good music, so turn it up a little bit louder


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
I'm about to perform a style that will make people dance, and if you don't like it, move aside. I'm doing a little play on words and sounds, and I want everyone to listen closely to my lyrics because I'm about to show just how talented I am


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 doing something unexpected by performing and proving just how talented Black Sheep is. We're making great music that speaks to everyone and can be enjoyed on both sides of the country


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
I am Dres, and I am better than you. I'm about to get people dancing, and you think you're better than me. Are you angry or jealous? Drink from your glass, but don't forget when you tried to perform, but it didn't go well. Just keep drinking and I'll be just fine. I'm getting down and dirty tonight and showing everyone that I'm not a pushover. I'm stinging everyone like a bee and proving just how talented I am. So wake up, clean up, and catch up because Black Sheep is here.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BUTTERFIELD, CARTER, CARTER, JR., MCLEAN, TITUS

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