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"