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Tytuł: Sole sunday

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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..