Lazy Afternoon

Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12:20 Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm 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 I'm with, blew a kissNow I'm 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 it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat" Now it's 3:37 and I still ain't left the rest Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest with the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out as I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon Other verses as Verse 1, with the following variations: "this dip I knew from Bora Bora" "'cause it's a lazy aaaaaahh!" (dental style :-) "I'm in the shower" "a page from my crew" "Bring a sack, nigga, it's Saturday