Chorus
  
   It's a lazy afternoon
   (Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine)
  
   Verse 1
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   [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"