[Verse 1: Big 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 her
And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for her
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 folk get split, you won't forget
The DF put it down, now get down or sit down
[Hook: André 3000]
Sunday mornin', makes me feel
So godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul
I got it, I got it shorty, it's our ball
[Verse 2: Khujo]
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke button, then 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
Your heart gon' bust out here, 'cause we comin' full speed
We dig, intend 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 cheat
I spike this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin' pork
Or beast, and diseases end careers
Tenacious on his grill, uh, All-Pro Hall of Famer
With no fears, blood sweat and tears
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 her
And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for her
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 folk get split, you won't forget
The DF put it down, now get down or sit down
[Hook: André 3000]
Sunday mornin', makes me feel
So godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul
I got it, I got it shorty, it's our ball
[Verse 2: Khujo]
I tackle my problems, never run from my foes
Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke button, then 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
Your heart gon' bust out here, 'cause we comin' full speed
We dig, intend 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 cheat
I spike this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin' pork
Or beast, and diseases end careers
Tenacious on his grill, uh, All-Pro Hall of Famer
With no fears, blood sweat and tears
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