Lazy Afternoon

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