Its a lazy afternoon
(Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine)
Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat
of the Jeep pumpin beats for your rump
In the summertime Im risin to the shine at 12:20
Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin money
Its mad hot, and what I got to do Im not sure of
I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora
Was rappin for a second about what I reckoned that I
was doin at six, she was invitin me to the flicks
That Im with, blew a kiss
Now Im in the shower
I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour
Then got drier, put on attire to inspire
Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire
Laid around and lounged til around two
Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew
sayin "Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat
Bring a sack, ayo its Saturday, its gonna be fat"
Now its 3:37 and I still aint left the rest
Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest
with the boom, tokin, smokin, coolin out
as I parlay in my room cause its a lazy afternoon
"this dip I knew from Bora Bora"
"cause its a lazy aaaaaahh!"
"Im in the shower"
"a page from my crew"
"Bring a sack, nigga, its Saturday"
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