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 I gotta come true 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 covered in too much, drinking a cup of every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put tha hot on my chest in tha morning I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so Like some waffles in the headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick got some on blast 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 Tied face surround me like cancer drill Me with obstacles but Only to make matters Plus I'm getting by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me that looking stupid of course Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick you say
It's a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise I'm to begin chance to get further away from where I've been But I'll forget Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit If I had went and took the way I wouldn't be the strong that 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 soul food, all Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get soul food
Sunday morning you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's Didn't go with this 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 Wish I could cut her up but, ma come before sex A house of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetti plus her flow
They know making it hard on the yard Chris Darden, fuck Marsha 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 outside with a stare no to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside And skipping rope to the from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the seat
A helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collar too big for my jeans Smoke steams from under the lid on the pot Ain't had a lot but thankful for the little that I got Why not be food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they By trying to this bullshit affordable I the Lord that my voice was recordable
Come and get yo' soul food, well
Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in Says she ain't got no hush puppies to sell 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 ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a soul food
and get yo' soul food, well well Good soul food, all right Everythang is for As as it can be Come and get soul food
Come and get yo' soul food, well Good soul food, all right Everythang is for