Sole Sunday

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    [Al Pacino]
    "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die"

    [Gipp]
    Yeah.. yeah.. yo
    Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope
    Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak
    Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em
    And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em
    In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick
    Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes
    Drag my ass down the air like I care
    Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab
    Makin money off these breakdown slabs
    We got this zone, get your own
    Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget
    The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down

    [OutKast]
    Sunday mornin, makes me feel
    so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

    [Khujo]
    I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
    Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka
    froze
    like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose
    on all fo's
    You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough
    Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed
    We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet
    at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory
    Clean cut but I stay dirty
    Uhh, you play fair, I teach
    I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork
    or beast, ?? ??
    Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer
    with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit

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    [OutKast]
    Sunday mornin, makes me feel
    so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

    [Andre]
    The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich
    The po' boy got it bad cause he is po'
    The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow
    The good gul got it good cause she got game
    It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame
    Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick
    repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
    Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle
    We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle
    in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes
    Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at
    Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number
    Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber
    like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh
    Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so
    nothing you can do can be new up under the sun
    Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on

    [OutKast]
    Sunday mornin, makes me feel
    so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

    [OutKast]
    Sunday mornin, makes me feel
    so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

    [OutKast]
    Sunday mornin, makes me feel
    so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul..

    Información de la canción

    Composición: David Sheats, André Benjamin, Cameron K-Oz Gipp y Willie Knighton

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