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