Intro:
1996 (soul food)
Eightball, MJG
Goodie Mob, Crazy C
bringin the soul straight to ya
sit down and get yourself a plate
Sample:
"got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy"
T-Mo:
my ole 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 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
ha-ha
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
Khujo:
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 puppies 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
MJG:
i got the fever for some ham hocks
hit the spot with hot spaghetti
some Kool Aid with three or four rolls and grape jelly
the same old prejudice folks from '65
it's 1996. (where they at?) they still alive
hell, i'm giving you a dose of my knowledge with hot gravy
Jimmy Swager, Reverend Ike and his wife, they couldn't save me
a buttered toast midnight snack with cold water
too late to thaw the chicken and cook it, so i ain't bother
damn this last little helping of ham and Christmas dressing
got me in the middle of February counting my blessings
like that government cheese in that no name box
keep me locked when i done ate all the beans in the pot
them old school hot ho cakes and mashed potatas,
helps keep my radar strong for infiltratas
from the days of my diapers 'til the day i'm old
i'll be soaking up the game
can you feel my soul?
Eightball:
eightball coming funky as a pot of chitlins
soul feeder, with the lyrics i be spittin
getting lifted, gifted
God is my father, Glory is my mother
the baked chicken smotherer
filling me to capacity when i was younger
"Sprinkle me" like Suga T, so i wouldn't have to wonder
about life, about the streets that i walk up and down
grab a pen, and let it take me out of Orange Mound
far away, i spend my days chieffin hay
got "Inner City Blues," but i'm not Marvin Gaye
pray, trying to find another way to make some pay
mom says without a job, her baby can't stay
gots to go, now i'm gone
hard foes
no food for the soul, this place is so cold
Eightball and MJG to the Mo B
"Space Age" soul food for your babies
Chorus
Sample:
"didn't come cause i don't . . . cause i don't eat steak"
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