Kiss the back of my neckbone  Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce  Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh  Shoot, that's soul food  Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh  Stankin' like chitlins      Sweet like sweet potato pie  Like collard greens and yams on the side  I'm full from top to the bottom and this ain't no lie  I'm hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July  And I'm sayin'...      Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh  Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh    Sip me up like lemonade from a mason jar  Make it good like some chicken fried in a pan of lard  I'm getting spoiled like old beans and I can't lose my head  'Cause when you're not around I'm crumbling like cornbread    (repeat chorus and ad-lib to end)