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Outkast - Sole Sunday Lyrics

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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
  • [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..

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