On a Sunday Afternoon Songtext
von Lighter Shade of Brown

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 just 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


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 lappin′ 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
Hopped 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
It's 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

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)


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 who′s the fliest
We found out and Jimmy Hassler passed out
Una esta 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
Smooth (on a Sunday afternoon)
Just chillin′ on a Sunday afternoon