Sole Sunday (feat. Goodie Mob) - Dirty Mix

[00:25.13] Yeah, yeah, yo
[00:29.03] Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out inside with no robe
[00:32.04] Sit in the tub, flick the remote, and soak
[00:34.12] Pull up, jump out, then I strut for 'em
[00:36.65] And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut form
[00:39.09] In this atmosphere, now you can disappear
[00:41.11] Smoke thick, shells bail like tailbacks looking for holes
[00:44.58] Drag my ass down the ave like a cab
[00:46.98] Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an Arab
[00:49.86] Making money off these breakdown slabs
[00:51.94] We got this zone, get your own
[00:53.80] Better move on before your fork get split, you won't forget
[00:57.14] The D.F. put it down, now get down or sit down
[00:59.31] Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
[01:07.10] Pardon me if I shake your soul
[01:13.96] I got it, I got it, shawty, yeah (it's our ball, uh), ooh-ya
[01:19.32] I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
[01:21.52] Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke button, then leave a sucka froze
[01:25.15] Like he just tried to shove a whole ki' up in his nose
[01:27.89] Oh, naw, folks (fo'), you hit 'em high, I hit 'em low, for this dough
[01:30.85] Your heart gon' bust out here, 'cause we comin' full speed
[01:33.29] With the intent to lift you up off of your feet
[01:35.45] At the lift of the glass, sippin' victory, clean cut, but I stay dirty
[01:39.15] Uh, you play fair, I cheat
[01:41.10] I spike this pig in yo' face, like you never stopped eatin' pork or beef
[01:44.60] End diseases and careers
[01:46.26] Tenacious on this gridiron, All-Pro Hall of Famer, with no fears
[01:50.45] Blood, sweat, and tears, oh
[01:53.52] So, yeah, yeah
[01:55.83] Sunday, yeah, yeah
[01:58.66] Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
[02:06.56] Pardon me if I shake your soul, ooh-ya
[02:18.65] The rich boy got that bag 'cause he is rich
[02:20.51] The poor boy gotta bag 'cause he is poor
[02:22.27] The bad boy got it bad 'cause he want both
[02:24.20] The good girl got it good 'cause she got game
[02:26.09] And runs it on undeveloped fellas considered lame
[02:28.27] Same like mechanics do it, baby, who need her Buick
[02:30.69] Repaired, don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is
[02:33.27] Make woo-ood turn to nickle, sperm and tickle
[02:35.72] We wiggle, numb your emotions like a dill pickle
[02:38.13] In autumn, fall into the bottom of black holes
[02:40.97] Make a left on nothingness, 'cause that's where I'm at
[02:43.17] Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number
[02:45.65] Let's add 'em, see what we come with, maybe we could slumber
[02:48.16] Like uh, Babies and bums, and retarded ones, uh
[02:50.92] Dolphins and whales are the smartest ones, so
[02:53.17] Nothing you can do can be new up under the sun
[02:55.58] Depending what sun you live under, you can be the one on
[02:58.27] Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
[03:05.85] Pardon me if I shake your soul
[03:13.74] (Yeah), ooh-ya
[03:17.84] Ain't no Sunday School this morning, they say somebody blowed up the church
[03:20.30] What's even worse than that, I heard Pastor Jenkins, he got hurt
[03:22.88] By the perpetrators, demonstrators of violence and hatred
[03:25.24] It's fin' to be 2001, the rojo-necks are racist
[03:27.90] Fascists acting savage on the Sabbath, must be demons
[03:30.23] Errand boys for Satan, defeated when I repeated
[03:32.98] "Rebuke thee, rebuke thee," the look in they eye was spooky
[03:35.31] But now I find myself in the park, sittin' in my hooptie
[03:37.86] Like a movie, I was daydreamin' and everything seemed real (real)
[03:40.36] But now I'm at Mozley Park, and we got some chicken on the grill (grill)
[03:42.76] Get a beer (beer), nigga, chill (chill), roll a junt (junt), pop a pill (pill)
[03:45.23] Cop a feel from some cut, as we do it like this here, on
[03:47.75] On any (ah) given Sunday
[03:52.24] Ah, a legend will be born
[03:59.43] A tradition will be broken
[04:06.15] Ah, victory is yours
[04:14.30] On any given Sunday
[04:17.61] Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
[04:25.12] Pardon me if I shake your soul, ooh-ya
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