My old boy from the point but I'm Southwest And every now and then I get put to the But I can't be stopped 'cause I come true Ain't got no gun but I got my
Didn't for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much, a cup of punch Tropical every Thursday of the month
put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot boiling know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in the morning headed to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick got soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead Celery and blue on my menu next
Southern Fry won't my body to lie still Tied face goons me like cancer drill Me second-hand obstacles but Only to make worse Plus I'm getting pimped by temp lady Jackie From staffing niggas laughing Shut up clown don't to me like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you hard, trick hell you say
It's such a blessing my eyes get to see the sun rise I'm ready to Another to get further away from where I've been But I'll never Everythang I went through I the shit because If I had went and took the way I wouldn't be the nigga that I am today that I did, different thangs I was told Just ended up being food for my
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some 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 with this of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a time, yeah beef is cheaper But it's with red dye between two pieces of bread Shawty look good dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come sex A house full of now what's the ingredient plus her monthly flow
They know they making it hard on the Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Clark Taking us when in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the with a stare no money to go inside and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my As I speak wuz up from the seat
A helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and greens too big for my jeans Smoke from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the that I got Why not be fast food got me sick Them crackers think sick By trying to make this affordable I thank the Lord that my was recordable
Come and get yo' soul food, well
Hold up C it's what I write and Miss acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra puppies to sell Bankhead making me hit that door With a mind full of it was a line 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' soul food, well Good old-fashioned food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some soul
Come and get yo' food, well well Good old-fashioned food, all right Everythang is for