Artist: Goodie Mob f/ Eightball and MJG Album: Soul Food Remix 12" Song: Soul Food (Remix) Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org (Intro): 1996. (Soul Food). Eightball and MJG, Goodie Mob, Crazy C Bringing the Soul Food straight to you. Sit down and get yourself a plate. (Sample): "Get 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 go no gun. But I got my crew Didn't come fo' 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 (Big Gipp): Daddy put the 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 that morning Headed back to the woods Now I'm full as tick. Got some soul on blast in the 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 (Koujo) 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 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? (Cee-lo) 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 Every thing I went through, I appreciate the shit Because if I had of went and took the easy way, I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Every thing that I did, different things I was told, Just ended up being food for my soul (Chorus) 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 (Koujo) Sunday morning where you eating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive. Old Bird working the stove right? Church's 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 them hairy legs Wish I could cut her up, but my stomach come before sex A house full of hoes. Now what's the ingredient: Spaghetti, plus her monthly flow (T-Mo): 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 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, "Whats up" from the driver seat (Cee-lo) 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 tryin to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable for soul food Come an get your soul food well well.. (Big Gipp) 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 the Beautiful JJ'S Ribshack 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): 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 (MJG): I got the fever for some ham hocks Hit the spot with hot spaghetti Some Kool Aid with three or four rolls and grape jelly The same old prejudice 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 Swager, Reverend Ike and his wife: they couldn't save me A buttered toast midnight snack with cold water Too late to thaw the chicken and cook it, so I ain't bothered Damn this last little helping of ham and Christmas dressing Got me in the middle of February counting my blessings Like that government cheese in that no name box, Keep me locked when I done ate all the beans in the pot Them old school hot mo cakes and mash potatas, Helps keep my radar strong for infiltratas From the days of my diapers 'til the day I'm old, I'll be soaking up the game. Can you feel my soul? (Eightball): Eightball coming funki as a pot of Chitlins Soul feeder with the lyrics I be spittin Getting lifted. Gifted God is my father. Glory is my mother: The baked chicken smotherer Filling me to capacity when I was younger "Sprinkle me" like Suga T, so I wouldn't have to wonder about life; about the streets that I walk up and down Grab a pen, and let it take me out of Orange Mound Far away, I spend my days chuffing hay Got "Inner City Blues," but I'm not Marvin Gaye Pray. Trying to find another way to make some pay Mom says [that] without a job, her baby can't stay Gots to go, now I'm gone. Hard foes No food for the soul. This place is so cold Eightball and MJG, Moe Bee "Space Age" soul food for your babies (Chorus): 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 (Sample): "Cause I don't eat steak."