Sole Sunday (feat. Outkast)

"I'll fight for you 'til the day I die" 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 Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly Pardon me, if I shake your soul... 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 Sunday mornin', makes me feel so Godly Pardon me, if I shake your soul... 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 Sunday mornin', makes me feel so Godly Pardon me, if I shake your soul... Sunday mornin', makes me feel so Godly Pardon me, if I shake your soul... Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly Pardon me, if I shake your soul...