Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loungin', artist - Breeze.
Date of issue: 18.06.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loungin' |
Loungin, a lazy sort of topic |
To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object |
You just relax and your body gets weak |
And sometimes your mind can’t find the time to even think |
Still in bed, had my pillows all set up |
I’m glad I had a remote because I didn’t wanna get up |
A knock at the door, oh no, a problem’s evolved |
Nah, I wasn’t gettin up if it was skins involved |
Flicked the channel on 4 to chill and watch the Cosby’s |
A ring from the phone, who could it be? |
Oh, the posse |
Picked up the phone and all I heard was bass poundin |
Asked the kid what he was doin and I replied, «Loungin» |
«Put on your clothes, tonight we’re gonna wing it» |
Nah, not tonight, my man, I can’t swing it |
Hung up the phone, no way my life was gonna be ruined |
No need to ask what’s happenin cause you know what I’m doin |
Here’s a perfect example of loungin |
For those who don’t understand, well, I’ll change it all around and |
Put it in a way so you won’t forget |
And for all you fight fans, boxing is the subject |
The fight of the year, at least that’s what we all thought |
Went to Atlantic City and a ticket I bought |
Watched all the other boring fights, now here’s the main event |
And it better be good cause all my money is spent |
The fight was Tyson and the Spinks Jinx, and, 'oh brother'… |
From the opening bell he was running for cover |
Shaky to start and none of his punches landed |
Tyson hit the fool and he almost got branded |
Changed his approach, looked like he started to get busy |
But he started to get dizzy, I’m wonderin is he |
Have hope, nope, op, here came a shot to body |
He fell to one knee but he got up around 3 |
The Spinks Jinx wasn’t nothin but a hoax |
You don’t believe me, watch the tape where he flew through the ropes |
91 seconds is all the time it needed |
For him to get beat, you know, defeated |
Yo, the People’s Champion is what he claimed |
Talkin smack got him cracked and almost maimed |
Didn’t get up till they cleaned up, he really took a poundin |
Asked my man this when he hit the canvas: |
Yo Spinks, what you doin man? |
Eh… I’m loungin |
So now you know what loungin means, so just proceed to |
Do what I do, don’t ask why because you need to |
Sit back, relax, in fact take a chill |
If you don’t or you won’t don’t worry because I still will |
Loungin is my hobby like Bo Jackson’s is football |
My second occupation is what you could call |
It, it’s not a sport, there’s no scores, no point scored |
What we have in common I found out we take time-outs |
Yo, there ain’t no halftime after I say my last rhyme |
Handed down to generations, a favorite pasttime |
You can’t lounge, who the hell you think you’re foolin |
You need some lounge schoolin and I’mma keep coolin |
Who needs to be hype on every record you make |
Why don’t you chill for a second and give it a break |
I’m speakin to whoever, whether it’s you or your crew’n |
No need to get excited cause you know what I’m doin |
Eh… I’m loungin |