Soul Food Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

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 

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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 

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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