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Sole Sunday Lyrics

"Sole Sunday" was written by Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Cameron Gipp, Willie Knighton, David Sheats.
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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..

Songwriters
ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, CAMERON GIPP, WILLIE KNIGHTON, DAVID SHEATS

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