[Chorus]



It's a lazy afternoon

(Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine)



[Verse 1]



[Black Thought]



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 kiss

Now 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:]



[Verse 2:] "this dip I knew from Bora Bora"

"'cause it's a lazy aaaaaahh!" [dental style]



[Verse 3:] "I'm in the shower"

"a page from my crew"

"Bring a sack, nigga, it's Saturday"