A Rainy Saturday - Juggaknots

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

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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