Butt In The Meantime (Remix)

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