Lyrics:

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 tunes
Sipping 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
Busted 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 too, 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-'rounds
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 (On a Sunday afternoon)

We were chilling 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)
Carne asada slappin' on the grill (Grill)
So now we eat
The cops cruise by looking for the booze
But what Ruben had was plain and simply apple juice
Coming up short just like a fool
Back to his car with nothing he could do
All the cars in the parking lot low profiling
Everywhere you look you see somebody styling
Cars with lifts rolling deep with boomin' sounds
Its a good time to cruise around
In the parking lot where the brownies were stacking
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 setting and it began to get dark
And we were getting ready to leave the park
We had a good time (Oh yeah)
Yeah, we had a good day
Packed 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 were actin' all shy to us
But eses, yo, wanna know who's the flyest
We found out and Jimmy hats were passed out
Una esta fea so hey yo Peps, you jacked out
Coming up short they gave us no run
So yo, homies, consider this a dry run
Time to cruise the boulevard
Time to have fun
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 (On a Sunday afternoon)

Smooth chillin', just kickin' it
With the top down, low to the ground
I know they be watching me
Smooth chiliing, just kickin it
With the top down, low to the ground (On a Sunday afternoon)
I'll pump it up for you
Smooth, smooth (On a Sunday afternoon)
Just chillin' on a Sunday afternoon
I'll pump it up