Soul Food (A cappella)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 got 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 [Verse 2: Big Gipp] Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in the morning When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling Didn't know why, but it felt so good Like some waffles in the morning headed back to the woods Now I'm full as tick, got some soul on blast in the cassette Food for my brain and haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from MoJo's got my forehead sweatin' Celery and blue cheese on my menu next [Verse 3: Khujo Goodie] Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still Tired face goons surround me like cancer drill Me with second-hand obstacles But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp in a jacket From Optima staffing niggas, laughing Shut up, clown, don't talk to me like that Look at 'em stupid of course, living day by day And you ain't hard, trick — hell you say? [Verse 4: CeeLo Green] Haha, it's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise I'm ready to begin Another chance to get further away from where I've been But I'll never forget Everythang I went through, I appreciate the shit Because If I had-a went and took the easy way Wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told Just ended up being food for my soul [Chorus: Goodie Mob] Come and get your soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, alright Everythang is for free, as good as it can be Come and get some soul food [Verse 5: Khujo Goodie] Sunday morning where you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ol' bird working the stove right Churches dropping 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 them hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes Now what's the ingredient: spaghetti plus her monthly flow [Verse 6: T-Mo] They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marcia Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day, I see it's getting bigger 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, what's up from the driver seat [Verse 7: CeeLo Green] Haha, 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 a lot, 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 bullshit affordable I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable Soul food, haha [Chorus: Goodie Mob] Come and get your soul food, well well [Verse 8: Big Gipp] Hold up, Cee, it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Said she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit the door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at The Beautiful JJ's Rib Shack was packed, too Looking to be one of them days when mama ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with the family Looking for a little soul food [Chorus: Goodie Mob] Come and get your soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, alright Everythang is for free, as good as it can be Come and get some soul food Come and get your soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, alright Everythang is for free, as good as it can be Come and get some soul food