My old boy from the but I'm from Southwest And every now and then I get put to the But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come 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 food chicken, rice and gravy Not in too much, drinking a cup of punch Tropical last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling 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 soul on in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped yet Hot wings from got my forehead sweating and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with second-hand but Only to make matters Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp Jackie From Optima staffing laughing Shut up clown don't 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 to get further away from where I've been But I'll forget Everythang I went through I appreciate the because If I had went and the easy way I wouldn't be the strong nigga I am today Everythang that I did, thangs I was told Just ended up being food for my
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good old-fashioned food, all right is for free As as it can be Come and get some soul
morning where you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the ride Churches dripping in yesterday's grease Didn't go together this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over a good time, yeah beef is cheaper But it's pumped with red dye between two of bread Shawty good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex A full of hoes now what's the ingredient plus her monthly flow
They know making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Taking us when we're in the for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside a stare no money to go inside and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats my jeep As I wuz up from the driver seat
A heaping helping of chicken Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my Smoke steams from the lid that's on the pot never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got Why not be fast food got me sick Them crackers think sick By to make this bullshit affordable I thank the that my voice was recordable
Come and get yo' soul food, well
Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem when Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha looking for a little soul food
Come and get yo' food, well well Good old-fashioned 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