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      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 the 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 obstacles but   Only to make matters worse   Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie   From Optima staffing niggas 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   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 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 food 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 eating at?   I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird 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   Spaghetti 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 collar 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 sick   By trying to make this bullshit affordable   I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable      Come and get yo' 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 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 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      Come and get yo' soul food, well well   Good old-fashioned soul food, all right   Everythang is for free