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"Soul Food"


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 fro 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


Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning

When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling

Didn't know why but it felt so good

Like some waffles in that morning

Headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick

Got some soul on blast in tha 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


Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still

Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill

me with second-hand obstables

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?

It's such a blessing when my eyes

Get to see the sun rise

To get further away from where I've been

But I'll never gorget everythang I went through

I appreciate the shit because

If I hada went and took the easy way

i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today

Everythang that I did

Different thangs I was told

Just ended up being tood for my soul


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


Sunday morning where you reating at?

I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive

Ole' burd working the stove ride

Churches 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 dem hairy legs

Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex

A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient

Spaghetty plus her monthly flow

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 bigga 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 wuz up from the driver seat


A heaping helping of fried chicken

Macaroni and cheese and collard greens

Too big for my jeans

Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot

Ain't never had allot but thankful for

The little that I got why not be

Fast food got me feeling sick

Them crackers think they sick

By trying to make this bullshit affordable

I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable

Come an get your soul food well well..

Hold up C it's what I write

And Miss Lady acting like we in jail

Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell

Bankhead seafood making me hit that door

With a mind full of attitude

It was a line at tha beautiful

JJ'S Ribshack was packed too

Looking to be one of dem days

When Momma ain't cooking

Everybody's out hunting with tha family

Looking for a little soul food


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