Lazy Afternoon - The Roots

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