DTTX - Sunday Morning LYRICS

f/ Bandit, Bizz, Point Blank



[DTTX]

I woke up yawnin'

And it's another Sunday mornin'

Mom's cooking on the stove

And you know where I'm goin' back to the park

Know we gonna stay till it get dark

Homey's cruisin they rides because they rides is sharp

Hittin' switches, lookin at all the fly shi...

Drinkin what we drinkin and you know it ain't apple juice

Remember those days when we used to kick it

From cruisin on with you late late when we kick it

Paint the flex, and never wanna go home

Even when the streets lights came on

We still rode till dawn

Three wheel motion, slidin' and coastin'

Smell the Bar-Be-Que kids running around just acting like fools

It's all good cause it's easy like a Sunday

Sunshine at sunrise, rollin' down a oneway all day

And you know it's how we liven it up

And everybody got love and they given it up come on



[Chorus: Bizz]

Let's take it easy

Easy, easy, easy

Like they do every Sunday morning

Easy, easy, easy

2x



[Point Blank]

Everybody just chill, carne asada on the grill

Pop the top on the Cuervo, me and the homey's keep it real

Early Sunday morning waitin for these ladies to come

No guns, nothin' but fun, one love underneath the Sun

See it's not where you from but how you kick it

Remember back in da days



[DTTX]

On a Sunday Afternoon

Me and the crew, just jammin' the oldie tune

The weather was cool and the sky was blue



[Point Blank]

Daily spinning, hit the fire, chasing pretty woman

Stack loot, and tryna live life flush like crushed lemon

From the beginning to the end this Mexican always puts it down

Point Blank with the Lighter Shade Of Brown

Low rides squeak the ground with this pound

With familia all around is how we all get down

No scrappin' you know it happenin'

Keep the heat burning, rainy or stormy

And keep it easy like Sunday Morning



[Chorus]



[Bandit]

I remember those Sunday Morning, shine up the ride

Puff the good feel cause we chill all night

Hit the streets from (?) to Manobello

Bumpin them oldies and everybody's mellow

Roll down the window, feel the cool air breeze

Invision all the homey's around making g's

Let's kick on that Sunday cause tomorrow's Monday

L.A. liven homey cause it's the realest homey

From glocks to blocks all the streets be hot

Tricks jock chrome spinnin' if your car is hot

Bumping down, side to side pancaken the street

System bangin' down the Paramount with cops by me

Phat Bandit with the homey D double T

On a Sunday marinate and rollin through streets

No tickets played it cool, just got a warning

Cause everybody's laid back on a Sunday Morning



[Chorus]