(Intro):
1996. (Soul Food).
Eightball and MJG, Goodie Mob, Crazy C
Bringing the Soul Food straight to you.
Sit down and get yourself a plate.
(Sample):
Get a plate of soul food, chicken rice and gravy.
(Verse 1):
(T-Mo):
My old boy from the Point. But I`m from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can`t be stopped, `cause I gotta come true
Ain`t go no gun. But I got my crew
Didn`t come fo` no beef cause I don`t eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy,
Not covered in too much. Drinking a cup of punch-
Tropical-every last Thursday of the month
(Big Gipp):
Daddy put the hot grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling
Didn`t know why, but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to the woods
Now I`m full as tick. Got some soul on blast in the cassette
Food for my brain. I haven`t stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes. Got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next
(Koujo)
Southern Fry won`t allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer
Drill me with second-hand obstacles
But, only to make matters worse
Plus, I`m getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima: staffing figure. Laughing
Shut up clown. Don`t talk to me like that
Looking stupid of course. Living day by day
And you ain`t hard trick? Hell you say?
(Cee-lo)
It`s such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I`m ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I`ve been
But I`ll never forget
Every thing I went through, I appreciate the shit
Because if I had of went and took the easy way,
I wouldn`t be the strong nigga that I am today
Every thing that I did, different things I was told,
Just ended up being food for my soul
(Chorus)
Come and get yo` soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food
(Koujo)
Sunday morning where you eating at?
I`m on 1365 Wichita Drive.
Old Bird working the stove right?
Church`s dripping chicken in yesterday`s grease
Didn`t go together with this quart of Mickey`s
Last night hanging over from a good time
Yeah, beef is cheaper,
But it`s pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with them hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up, but my stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes. Now what`s the ingredient:
Spaghetti, plus her monthly flow
(T-Mo):
They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden! Fuck Marsha Clark!
Taking us when we`re in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day. I see it`s getting bigger in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside
With a stare. No money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping and skipping rope
to the beats from my jeep
As I speak, Whats up from the driver seat
(Cee-lo)
A heaping helping of fried chicken,
macaroni and cheese and collard greens
Too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that`s on the pot
Ain`t never had a lot. But thankful for the little that I got
Why not be? Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they slick
By tryin to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
for soul food
