• Artist: Goodie Mob
• Song Title: Soul Food
• Album: Soul Food

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 got my crew
didn't come for 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 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 wood
now i'm full as tick
got some soul on blast in tha cassette
food for my brain
and haven't stopped learning yet
hot wings from Mo-Joes
got my forehead sweating
celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Khujo:
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 n****s, 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
to get further away from where i've been
but I'll never forget everythang i went through
i appreciate the s**t
because if i hada went and took the easy way
i wouldn't be the strong n**** that i am today
everythang that i did
different thangs i was told
just ended up being food for my soul

Chorus:
come and get yo soul food, well well
good ole fashion soul food, alright
everythang is fo free
as good as it can be
come and get yo soul food

Big Gipp:
sunday morning where you eating 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 ingredients
spaghetti plus her monthly flow

T-Mo:
they know they making it hard on the yard
f**k Chris Darden, f**k 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

Cee-Lo:
ha-ha
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 alot but thankful for
the little that i got, why not be
fast food got me feeling sick
them crackers think they slick
by trying to make this bulls**t affordable
i thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
in some soul food

Come an get your soul food well well..

Big Gipp:
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 Rib Shack 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

Chorus