My old boy from the point but I'm from And now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta 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, and gravy Not covered in too much, a cup of punch Tropical every last Thursday of the
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup Didn't why but it felt so good some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I stopped learning yet Hot from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating Celery and blue on my menu next
Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie Tied face goons surround me like cancer Me second-hand obstacles but Only to make matters Plus I'm getting by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing laughing Shut up don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you hard, trick hell you say
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun I'm ready to chance to get further away from where I've been But I'll forget Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit If I had and took the easy way I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am Everythang that I did, thangs I was told Just ended up food for my soul
Come and get yo' food, well well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be and get some soul food
Sunday morning you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in grease Didn't go with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper But it's with red dye between two pieces of bread Shawty look with dem hairy legs I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the plus her monthly flow
They know they making it on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a Changing by the day I see getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no to go inside Tameka and outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my As I speak wuz up from the seat
A heaping helping of chicken Macaroni and and collar greens too big for my jeans Smoke steams from 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 affordable I thank the Lord that my voice was
Come and get yo' soul food, well
Hold up C it's what I write and Lady acting like we in jail she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that With a mind full of attitude it was a at tha beautiful JJ's Ribshack was too to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting tha family looking for a little soul food
Come and get yo' food, well well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some food
Come and get yo' soul food, well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for