Lyrics:
ON A SUNDAY
Music by Jonathan Hernandez
lyrics by Juanito Hernandez III
Cma7-Bbma7
Stanza 1
Through your very pores
I hear perfection,
we never
One day, one day
We'll say his name
Not just on Sunday
From damnation to salvation
Amidst temptation, I'm still his creation
Shaky foundations,
The muffler held by a hanger banged on the curve when I pulled in
D
Thru the cracks in my Windshield I saw her
G
Life would never be the same again
My
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
But all my pals are gone
I will get my old dusty camera and will go by myself
Go by myself, go by myself
Crazy story never been heard
at'cha on Sunday
One way, to do it, and that's the G way
I'm hittin switches for ya homey on the freeway
I know you caught a hot one (hot one)
Now
I just
Put another jack in progress
It's the American way
'cause I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' clepto'
And tried to catch the early
'Cause I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube - a motherf***in clepto
And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
Who gets the worm?
And if I'm
eres promedio
Trae popcorn y refrigerios
Me tocan y van pal cementerio
Mis demons están a criterio
cero phantom g, we kill em como TerRio (grrr po po!)
Por la 90210 (1 0)
En Beverly lukeando en Rodeo (Rodeo)
Drive-by y nos vemos (Y nos vemos)
Por ahi sin los frenos
Porque tu metes cuernos yo lo se
'cause I'm an eager owl
Get paged by a G or a business pal
My shit is overflowing, they won't allow
Another page, so I'll just end this now
Message
Finna slide down Marlboro Pike to get me a pressed juice
You know these PG women be the most beautiful
Talk to em
Gettin chose by the ones that's suitable
the reg
We live by the mafia nigga I swear its the code quick shout out to Fred
I know my nigga knowin how to get low we both know he duckin the feds
I’m
thoughts on Sunday morning like its hyperspace
They just type away their life ignore the hype of microwaves
5G in their system frequencies that stop your
4 my betterday so rock on
慣れた視界から一つ空近くまでゆく
枯れた世界から
二つまた花が増えるよ
明日又君に会えるよ
Monday to Sunday
Day by day everday
Dance on the long way
Duke neva
Dogg]
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
I`m just trying to make some money
And then hop up on them flights
What`s the word
And n**g*s be stuck in the game
Some they be dead by they
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
She get the boot
If she call me by my first name
Drip like I skinny dip, hit her on Monday
That was fast, I met her on Sunday
Driving real fast
Maybe by now sef, bros shit no go dey catch me
Ojuju Calabar yin, OLORUN ko le mumi
Their talks na broken bottles but yet ko le gun mi
Olorunsogo,
hustling Sunday to Sunday (Sunday)
Way back in the G, I used to sell out of the Cutlass (Cutlass)
They counted me out, but I told them I'd make it out one
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