gon' let me shine I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday
soda pop well... We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Sunday
me comin up with just to see another day Might be me who bites the bullet In these streets where a man journey With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn
Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday smile you wore it for a while. A Sunday mile we paused and sang. A Sunday
chee chee] [last beep] Fill up my cup... Mozoltov Look at her dancing, just take it... off [appeal] Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down Let's burn
spaced out And loosing all control Fill up my cup Mozoltov Look at her dancing Just take it off Let's paint the town We'll shut it down Let's burn the
Shackled by my sentence Expecting no return Here there is no penance My skin begins to burn (And I said oh) So I held my head up high Hiding hate that burns
Somebody screaming yo get the hell down I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds Burn you
weekend. Tonight will be like no other because tonight all we have is each other. Save me the improvisation of the morning There's only eight hours left. This Sunday
a love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla On a lonesome breezy Sunday
an end And nothing has changed And everything has changed (first voice) In your fear Of what we have become Take to the fire Now we must burn All
out spaced out and loosing all control Fill up my cup Mozoltov Look at her dancing just take it off Lets paint the town We?ll shut it down Let?s burn
Now the King's back on the streets crack I'ma put it on my son's name I'ma change from the mundane, Monday through Sunday Lved through the gunplay now
: Welcome my friends to this beautiful Sunday My wife burn my tie on the stove just the other day Your Mama, your Daddy, your greasy, greasy Granny Let
Put your faith in a miracle And it's non-denominational Join the choir we will be singing In the church of wishful thinking A fire burns today Of blasphemy
He died for all your sins The seventh day, Sunday the Sabbath He?ll walk the earth again [Chorus:] For all those who have sinned This is hell on earth, burn
: (feat. W.C.) [Ice Cube] Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out You know!
: There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the
