A Rainy Saturday

[Intro]
Buddy Slim, he's in the house
And to my nigga [?], [?]
And to my doll baby joy
Yes you know the flavor, you know the sty
As I'm grooving, guess why

[Verse 1]
Salutations, the creation from the booing and crewing
We got the wild style, sorta catch you like the flu
And, yo I'm doing something to be praised
Getting party sorta crazed
In a frenzy, ya benzy
Gotta thank god for the style that I'm feeding
'Cause you're needing every second of my record
You know I'm checking on the vocal apparatus
The status gets large like Marg as I charge
The head of the class, bust that ass
Doubt my clout? Come on kid, get your peoples
I'll jump your whole crew with these, like they were steeples
But chill, I even groove smooth to the elevator tunes
With my [?] coons, we get wicked
I'll kick it with my nigga Buddy Slim
Sugar Shadow, Dj Essence
You gotta feel the presence
Of the beats and the [?]
And you don't stop

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