My old boy from the point But i'm from southwest and every Now and then i get put to the test But i can't be stopped Cause i gotta come true ain't go no gun But i got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause i don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When i was sick mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now i'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from mo-joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus i'm getting pimped by this temp lady jackie From optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where i've been But i'll never gorget everythang i went through I appreciate the **** because If i hada went and took the easy way I wouldn't be the strong ***** that i am today Everythang that i did Different thangs i was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 wichita drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time Yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish i could cut her up but, ma stomach come before *** A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard **** chris darden, **** marsha clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day i see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As i speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that i got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this ******** affordable I thank the lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up c it's what i write And miss lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful Jj's ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food
My old boy from the point But i'm from southwest and every Now and then i get put to the test But i can't be stopped Cause i gotta come true ain't go no gun But i got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause i don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When i was sick mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now i'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from mo-joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus i'm getting pimped by this temp lady jackie From optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where i've been But i'll never gorget everythang i went through I appreciate the **** because If i hada went and took the easy way I wouldn't be the strong ***** that i am today Everythang that i did Different thangs i was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 wichita drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time Yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish i could cut her up but, ma stomach come before *** A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard **** chris darden, **** marsha clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day i see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As i speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that i got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this ******** affordable I thank the lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up c it's what i write And miss lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful Jj's ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food
