My old boy the point but I'm from Southwest And every now and I get put to the test But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come got no gun but I got my crew
Didn't for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of food chicken, rice and gravy Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch Tropical every last of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup Didn't know why but it so good Like some in the morning headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick got some on blast in tha cassette for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead Celery and blue cheese on my next
Southern Fry allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer Me second-hand obstacles but Only to make matters Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady From Optima staffing laughing up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick you say
such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise I'm to begin Another chance to get away from where I've been But never forget Everythang I went through I appreciate the 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 for my soul
Come and get yo' food, well well Good soul food, all right is for free As as it can be and get some soul food
Sunday morning where you at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with quart of Mickey's Last hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper But it's pumped red dye between two pieces of bread Shawty look good dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex A house full of hoes now the ingredient Spaghetti plus her flow
know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Taking us when in the spotlight for a joke by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside And skipping rope to the from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the seat
A heaping helping of chicken and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans Smoke steams from the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had a lot but for the little that I got Why not be fast food got me feeling Them think they sick By trying to make this affordable I thank the Lord that my voice was
Come and get yo' food, well well
Hold up C it's what I write and Miss acting like we in jail she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell Bankhead making me hit that door With a mind of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful JJ's Ribshack was 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 old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some soul
Come and get yo' soul food, well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for