Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Soul Food

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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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: RCA Records

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Soul Food (1995)

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