A Rainy Saturday

Lyrics

[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: Breeze Brewin] Salutations, the creation from the booing and the 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 Marge 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 ace boon 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 prime time rhyme that I say Getting open on a rainy Saturday And you don't stop [Verse 2: Buddy Slim] Like my name was law, sheikh I freak the technique Yo I'm butters on the beat Who's next on the fence Buddy Slim got the tracks Knocking off niggas like my name was Bernhard Goetz Clench the pearls it's the funk lord baby Mad props I find bitch bends like Mercedes I'm strictly ill top bill like Moe Dee Like a Jungle Brother yo I gotta like that G Something smooth can we groove to the hand clap track In fact a packsacks are sold to make ya Lose control don't follow unless ya lit Cooking up the funk, the studio my skillet A rough rugged ragamuffin rhyme wrecker Apex I flex I'm the motherfucking Mecca Givin' the rhythm Buddy Slim had displayed Getting open on a rainy Saturday Hey hey hey