Lemonade in The Afternoon (Lg to B Bell Remix)

Let's go

What up fellas

Looks a little stormy outside

So Imma write a song for the regular guys

And in my spare time when I write my rhymes I might not be at the bar but I'm not in hiding

When the mixtapes done you're all going see me

I take a break from pumping out songs believe me

And believe this, this is not just new shit this is afternoon
Lemonade home town remix

Peep this I'm on some X-Games shit

The backflip tricks from the Bloombergs trip

The be rich whip, the old school shit

Be at bongs in the woods when there's no free cribs

And while we're on the topic, what up to to Dipsets

Taliban A-M-A-R is the man

You deserve a trophy for the parties that you had

Letting drunk ass hoes pass out at your pad

And forget about that, 'cus those times were crazy

Like that concert we went to when we saw Jay-Z

Popped out on the stage he made our days we never

Expected to see him in Philly that day

And we paid $8 for a lousy beer

We were the only two people in the seats that cheap

Go figure, a tall white boy and a brit

That was a damn good time and I miss that shit

That anger management gave us a chance to unite

But we ended up getting in about three fights

It was one long night but it was much fun

Can't believe security didn't even touch us, ha

A lemonade in the afternoon, Lg B Bell late town it's true

We got burgers on the grill getting barbequed

We got chicken too, the choice is up to you

For dessert you can even have some chocolate mousse

It's low-fat so it won't fatten up your kaboose

We got a cooler full of booze

Up to you too choose

But you better think fast the ice is melting soon

I rock out like a hippie to Steely Dan

So fellas, can we stop going to wheel our hands

Because a BJ is better than a PJ and me say that we find a house party like we did in the old days

K-Rod and Bill come and scoop me up

Let's go play some basketball in St. Helensus

And then swing by Rothwell's for a case

A thirty pack of High Life yeah that's my champagne

Man I can't complain because High School was the shit

Half-days just meant that we would get wasted

Do you remember when, on that faithful day we went to a soccer game we were raying a craze

And up at Dublin, man those kids were faved

K rided on my shoulders saying ''fuck this place''

And I told him straight, you will shut your face

Or I'll show you why we are wearing all this facepaint yeah

A lemonade in the afternoon, Lg B Bell late town it's true

We got burgers on the grill getting barbequed

We got chicken too, the choice is up to you

For dessert you can even have some chocolate mousse

It's low-fat so it won't fatten up your kaboose

We got a cooler full of booze

Up to you too choose

But you better think fast the ice is melting soon

If you don't hear your name please don't get pissed

Cus' I went through my phone and made a little list

And I wrote down rhymes they correspond with

But instead of doing that, let's just do this

Let's all stand up, and yell real loud

Here's a couple of my friends from the home town crowd

What's your first name? It's Omar

What's your problem? I'm british

What's your first name? It's Billy

What's your nickname? It's Be rich

What's your first name? I'm Andy

What's your nickname? I'm Blackie

What's your first name? It's Brian

What's your nickname? They call me Ad-man

What's your nickname? I'm Chico

Is your family, latino? What

What's your first name? It's Danny

What's your last name? Cassidy

Are you a rapper? No I'm not

Don't worry, I still like you

What's your last name? It's Malhorn

You're on the real world? No I'm not

What's your last name? It's NELSON

Congratulations, you graduated

What's your nickname? I'm Farley

Are you related, to Chris Farley? No

What's your nickname? They call me Shady

What's your real name? McGrady

What's your nickname? They call me Big Schnoz

Do a Power Hour take with the big house

What's your nickname? It's T-Bone

I got a trainer to help me make free throws

What's your nickname? It's K-Rod

I bump Toothache, in my iPod

WOOOOAAHHH