My old boy the point but I'm from Southwest And every now and then I get put to the But I can't be stopped 'cause I come true got no gun but I got my crew
Didn't come for no beef 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 had tha hot soup boiling know 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 blast in tha Food for my brain I haven't learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my sweating and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry won't allow my to lie still face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with obstacles but to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this lady Jackie From Optima staffing niggas Shut up clown talk to me like that looking stupid of course day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun I'm to begin Another chance to get further away 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 Everythang that I did, different thangs I was Just ended up food for my soul
and get yo' soul food, well well Good soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get some soul
Sunday morning you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' working the stove ride Churches 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 with dem hairy legs I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house of hoes now what's the ingredient plus her monthly flow
They they making it hard on the yard Fuck Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the with a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany tripping And skipping rope to the beats my jeep As I speak wuz up the driver seat
A helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collar too big for my jeans Smoke steams under 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 they sick By trying to this bullshit 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 Lady acting we in jail she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit door With a mind full of it was a line at tha beautiful JJ's was packed too Looking to be one of dem days Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family for a little soul food
Come and get yo' food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all is for free As as it can be and get some soul food
Come and get yo' soul food, well old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for