[Intro: Crazy C | T-Mo]
1996 (Soul food)
8Ball, MJG, Goodie Mob, Crazy C
Bringin' the soul straight to ya
Sit down, get yourself a plate
(I got a plate of soul food, chicken, rice and gravy)
[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
[Verse 9: MJG]
I got the fever for some ham hocks
Hittin' the spot with hot spaghetti
Some Kool-Aid with three or four rolls and grape jelly
The same old prejudiced 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 Swaggart, Reverend Ike and his wife, they couldn't save me
A butter toast midnight snack with cold water
Too late, the thought of chicken and cookies, so I ain't bother
Damn, this last little helping of ham and Christmas dressing
Got me in the middle of February countin' my blessings
Like that government cheese in a no-name box
Keep me locked when I done ate up all the beans in the pot
Them old school hot hoe cakes and mashed potatoes
Helps keep my radar strong for infiltrators
From the days of my diaper 'til the day I'm old
I be soakin' up the game — can you feel my soul?
[Verse 10: 8Ball]
8Ball comin' funky as a pot of chitlins
Soul feeder with the lyrics I be spittin'
Gettin' lifted, gifted, God is my father
Glory is my mother, the baked chicken smotherer
Fillin' me to capacity when I was younger
Sprinkled me like Suga-T so I wouldn't have to wonder
About life, about the streets that I walked up and down
Grab a pen and let it take me outta Orange Mound
Far away, I spend my days chiefin' hay
Got inner city blues but I'm not Marvin Gaye
Pray, tryin' to find another way to make some pay
Mom say without a job, her baby can't stay
Gots to go, now I'm gone, heart froze
No food for the soul, this place is so cold
8Ball & MJ-to-the-G Mo-B
Space age, soul food for your baby
[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
[Outro: Goodie Mob | T-Mo]
Well well (Getting crunk 'cause I don't)
Soul, alright
(Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak)
('Cause I don't) As good as it can be
('Cause I don't) Come and get some soul food
('Cause I don't eat steak, I got a plate of soul food)
Come and get your soul
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