[VERSE 1: Breeze]

Loungin, a lazy sort of topic

To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object

You just relax and your body gets weak

And sometimes your mind can't find the time to even think

Still in bed, had my pillows all set up

I'm glad I had a remote because I didn't wanna get up

A knock at the door, oh no, a problem's evolved

Nah, I wasn't gettin up if it was skins involved

Flicked the channel on 4 to chill and watch the Cosby's

A ring from the phone, who could it be? Oh, the posse

Picked up the phone and all I heard was bass poundin

Asked the kid what he was doin and I replied, "Loungin"

"Put on your clothes, tonight we're gonna ring it"

Nah, not tonight, my man, I can't swing it

Hung up the phone, no way my life was gonna be ruined

No need to ask what's happenin cause you know what I'm doin



[VERSE 2: Breeze]

Here's a perfect example of loungin

For those who don't understand, well, I'll change it all around and

Put it in a way so you won't forget

And for all you fight fans, boxing is the subject

The fight of the year, at least that's what we all thought

Went to Atlantic City and a ticket I bought

Watched all the other boring fights, now here's the main event

And it better be good cause all my money is spent

The fight was Tyson and the Spinks Jinx, an old brother

From the opening bell he was running for cover

Shaky to start and none of his punches landed

Tyson hit the fool and he almost got branded

Changed his approach, looked like he started to get busy

But he started to get dizzy, I'm wonderin is he

Have hope, nope, op, here came a shot to body

He fell to one knee but he got up around 3

The Spinks Jinx wasn't nothin but a hoax

You don't believe me, watch the tape where he flew through the ropes

91 seconds is all the time it needed

For him to get beat, you know, defeated

Yo, the People's Champion is what he claimed

Talkin smack got him cracked and almost maimed

Didn't get up till they cleaned up, he really took a poundin

Asked my man this when he hit the canvas:

Yo Spinks, what you doin man?

Eh... I'm loungin



[VERSE 3: Breeze]

So now you know what loungin means, so just proceed to

Do what I do, don't ask why because you need to

Sit back, relax, in fact take a chill

If you don't or you won't don't worry because I still will

Loungin is my hobby like Bo Jackson's is football

My second occupation is what you could call

It, it's not a sport, there's no scores, no point scored

What we have in common I found out we take time-outs

Yo, there ain't no halftime after I say my last rhyme

Handed down to generations, a favorite pasttime

You can't lounge, who the hell you think you're foolin

You need some lounge schoolin and I'ma keep coolin

Who needs to be hype on every record you make

Why don't you chill for a second and give it a break

I'm speakin to whoever, whether it's you or your crew'n

No need to get excited cause you know what I'm doin



Eh... I'm loungin