My old boy from the point but I'm from And every now and then I get put to the But I be stopped 'cause I gotta come true Ain't got no gun but I got my
Didn't come for no 'cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of Tropical every last Thursday of the
Daddy put tha hot on my chest in tha morning When I was sick had tha hot soup boiling Didn't why but it felt so good Like waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my sweating and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry won't my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me cancer drill Me with second-hand but to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie From Optima staffing laughing Shut up clown talk to me like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard, hell you say
such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise I'm ready to Another chance to get further away where I've been But I'll never Everythang I went I appreciate the shit because If I had went and took the way I wouldn't be the strong nigga I am today Everythang that I did, different thangs I was Just ended up food for my soul
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good old-fashioned food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get soul food
morning where you eating at? I'm on 1365 Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in grease Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper But it's pumped with red dye between two of bread Shawty look good dem hairy legs Wish I cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetti plus her monthly
They know they it hard on the yard Fuck Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside And skipping rope to the beats my jeep As I speak wuz up from the seat
A heaping helping of fried Macaroni and and collar greens too big for my jeans Smoke from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't had a lot but thankful for the little that I got Why not be fast got me feeling sick Them crackers think sick By trying to make this bullshit I the Lord that my voice was recordable
and get yo' soul food, well well
Hold up C it's what I and Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to Bankhead seafood making me hit door With a mind of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful JJ's was packed too Looking to be one of dem when Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family for a little soul food
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good old-fashioned food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some food
Come and get yo' food, well well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for