Soul Food ringtone on your mobile phone

Kiss the back of my neckbone

Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce

Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh

Shoot, that's soul food

Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh

Stankin' like chitlins


Sweet like sweet potato pie

Like collard greens and yams on the side

I'm full from top to the bottom and this ain't no lie

I'm hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July

And I'm sayin'...


Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh

Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh


Sip me up like lemonade from a mason jar

Make it good like some chicken fried in a pan of lard

I'm getting spoiled like old beans and I can't lose my head

'Cause when you're not around I'm crumbling like cornbread


(repeat chorus and ad-lib to end)


(Thanks to Sven for these lyrics)