On A Sunday Afternoon Songtext / Lyric

Hi this is Huggy Boy

This is going out to all the homies on a Sunday afternoon






Sittin in the park on a Sunday afternoon

Me and the crew just jammin the oldie tune

Sippin on a cold bottle of brewsky

Gave O' a swig he passed it back to me

Right about then up came some of the homies

Mike, Elia P, J Smooth, Phil and Larry

Bustin out the ice chest Phil popped the cooler

Elia P drunk brew nothing better to do

Mike his cup yo is filled with bird

J Smooth had a cold glass to you know it word

Girls at the place juss preparing the food

The sky was clear and the weather was cool

Kids at the playground playing on the merry go round

All the cars cruisin bumpin their funky sound

Cause it's Sunday last day for a fun day

Back to business as usual come Monday

At the park everything went real smooth...

On a Sunday afternoon



(Chorus)

We were chillin in the park

Just waiting for the sun to go down (On a Sunday afternoon)

It was me Shiro and the homies

A Lighter Shade of Brown (On a Sunday afternoon)



I said chill (chill)

All the vatos in the park stay ill (ill)

Playing horseshoes to win the bill (bill)

A carne asada nappin on the grill (grill)

So now we eat

The cops cruise by looking for the booze

But what Ruben had was plainly simply apple juice

Coming up short just like a fool

Went back to his car with nothing he could do

All the cars in the parking lot low profiling

And everywhere you look you see somebody styling

Cars would listen rolling deep with booming sounds

Its a good time to cruise around

In the parking lot where the brownies was stackin

And all the vatos were looking for some action yeah



(Chorus)



Well the sun was set and it began to get dark

And we were gettin ready to leave the park

We had a good time (aww yeah)

Yeah we had a good day

Pack the stuff up and we was on our way

Yo mackin the brownies as we all cut em off at the pass

But they was all actin soft as we pulled up

They was actin all shy to us

But eses yo wanna know whos the flyest

We bowed out and Jimmy Hassler passed out

Una sta fea so hey yo pimps you jacked out

Coming up short they gave us no run

So yo homies consider this a dry one



Time to cruise the boulevard

Time to have I'm guaranteed to find a brownie while the night is young

We were rolling

Yeah looking real smooth

Cause cruising Whittier is how we ended our afternoon



Smooth chillin just kickin it

With the top down, low to the ground

I know they be watching me smooth chilliin

Just kickin it with the top down, low to the ground

I pump it up for you... smooth

Smmooooooth just chillin on a Sunday afternoon