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It's a lazy afternoon |
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Summertime, as I recline, lay back and relax, let the sun shine |
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Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat |
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Of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump |
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In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12 20 |
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Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money |
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It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of |
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I call up Maura, this dip I know from Bora Bora |
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Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I |
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Was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks |
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That I'm with, blew a kiss Now I'm in the shower |
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I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour |
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Then got drier, put on attire to inspire |
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Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire |
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Laid around and lounged 'til around two |
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Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew |
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Sayin' 'Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat |
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Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat' |
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Now it's 3 37 and I still ain't left the rest |
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Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest |
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With the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out |
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As I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon |
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Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat |
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Of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump |
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In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12 20 |
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Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money |
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It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of |
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I call up Maura, cause it's a lazy aaaaaaah |
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Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I |
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Was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks |
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That I'm with, blew a kiss Now I'm in the shower |
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I meant the bath in which I simmer for half an hour |
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Then got drier, put on attire to inspire |
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Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire |
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Laid around and lounged 'til around two |
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Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew |
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Sayin' 'Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat |
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Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat' |
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Now it's 3 37 and I still ain't left the rest |
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Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest |
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With the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out |
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As I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon |
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Consider this a message to my mellow in the front seat |
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Of the Jeep pumpin' beats for your rump |
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In the summertime I'm risin' to the shine at 12 20 |
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Ghetto streets are sunny, niggas is gettin' money |
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It's mad hot, and what I got to do I'm not sure of |
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I call up Maura, cause it's a lazy aaaaaaah |
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Was rappin' for a second about what I reckoned that I |
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Was doin' at six, she was invitin' me to the flicks |
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That I'm with, blew a kiss A page from my crew |
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Bring a sack, nigga, it's Saturday |
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Hit my dresser for numbers of women that I admire |
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Laid around and lounged 'til around two |
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Then I got up and ate, drank a brew and caught a page from the crew |
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Sayin' 'Where ya at? Later, meet us up at the Plat |
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Bring a sack, ayo it's Saturday, it's gonna be fat' |
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Now it's 3 37 and I still ain't left the rest |
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Electric Relaxation from A Tribe Called Quest |
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With the boom, tokin', smokin', coolin' out |
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As I parlay in my room 'cause it's a lazy afternoon |
