Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Soul Food

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 I got my crew
Didn`t come fro 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

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 woods
Now I`m full as tick
Got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain
I haven`t stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

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 figure 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?
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 gorget everythang I went through
I appreciate the shit because
If I hada went and took the easy way
i wouldn`t be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did
Different thangs I was told
Just ended up being tood for my soul

Come and get yo` soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you reating 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 ingredient
Spaghetty plus her monthly flow
They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck 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

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collard greens
Too big for my jeans
Somke steams from under the lid that`s on the pot
Ain`t never had allot but thankful for
The little that I got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable
Come an get your soul food well well..
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 Ribshack 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

Come and get yo` soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

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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 gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn`t be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo` soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating 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 ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck 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 A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that`s on the pot Ain`t never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. 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 Ribshack 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 Come and get yo` soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Нравится песня? 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