Sole Sunday Lyrics - Outkast

[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 

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[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.