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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 looking for holes
Drag my ass down the ave like a cab
Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an Arab
Making money off these breakdown slabs
We got this zone, get your own
Better move on before your fork get split, you won't forget
The D.F. put it down, now get down or sit down (yeah, yeah)
Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
Pardon me if I shake your soul
I got it, I got it, shawty, yeah (it's our ball, uh)
(Ooh, yeah)
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm face mask, hit the juke button, then leave a sucker froze
Like he just tried to shove a whole ki' up in his nose
Oh, naw, folk, you hit 'em high, I hit 'em low, for this dough
Your heart gon' bust out here 'cause we comin' full speed
With the intent to lift you up off of your feet
At the lift, of the glass, sippin' victory
Clean cut, but I stay dirty
Uh, you play fair, I cheat
I spike this pig in yo' face
Like you never stopped eatin' pork or beef
End diseases and careers, tenacious on this gridiron
All-pro Hall of Famer, with no fears
Blood, sweat, and tears (oh)
So, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sunday, yeah)
Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
Pardon me if I shake your soul
(Ooh, yeah)
The rich boy got that bag 'cause he is rich
The poor boy gotta bag 'cause he is poor
The bad boy got it bad 'cause he want both
The good girl got it good 'cause she got game
And runs it on 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-ood turn to nickle, squirm and tickle
We wiggle out your emotions like a 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 could slumber
Like, uh, babies and bums, and retarded ones, uh
Dolphins and whales are 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, yeah)
Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
Pardon me if I shake your soul (yeah)
(Ooh, yeah)
Ain't no Sunday School this morning
They say somebody blowed up the church
What's even worse than that, I heard Pastor Jenkins, he got hurt
By the perpetrators, demonstrators of violence and hatred
It's finna be 2001, the rojo-necks are racist
Fascists acting savage on the Sabbath, must be demons
Errand boys for Satan, defeated when I repeated
"Rebuke thee, rebuke thee," the look in they eye was spooky
But now I find myself in the park, sittin' in my hooptie
Like a movie, I was daydreamin' and everything seemed real (real)
But now I'm at Mozley Park and we got some chicken on the grill (grill)
Get a beer (beer), nigga, chill (chill)
Roll a junt (junt), pop a pill (pill)
Cop a feel (feel) from some cut, as we do it like this here, on
On any given Sunday (uh, uh)
Ohh, a legend will be born
A tradition will be broken
Ah, victory is yours
On any given Sunday
Sunday mornin' makes me feel so godly
Pardon me if I shake your soul
(Ooh, yeah)