My old boy from the point but I'm Southwest And every now and I get put to the test But I can't be stopped I gotta come true Ain't got no gun but I got my
Didn't come for no beef I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, and gravy Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch Tropical every Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot 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 in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't learning yet Hot from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating Celery and cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry allow my body to lie still face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with obstacles but to make matters worse Plus I'm getting by this temp lady Jackie Optima staffing niggas laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking of course Living day by day and you ain't hard, hell you say
It's a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise I'm to begin Another to get further away from where I've been But I'll forget Everythang I went I appreciate the shit because If I had went and the easy way I be the strong nigga that I am today that I did, different thangs I was told Just up being food for my soul
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good old-fashioned soul food, all Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some soul
Sunday where you eating at? I'm on Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride Churches dripping in yesterday's grease Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah is cheaper But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of Shawty look with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma 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 Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no to go inside and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up the driver seat
A heaping helping of fried Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my Smoke steams under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the that I got Why not be food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they By trying to make bullshit affordable I thank the Lord that my was recordable
and get yo' soul food, well well
Hold up C it's I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of it was a line at tha beautiful Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a 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
and get yo' soul food, well well Good soul food, all right Everythang is for