Текст песни Goodie Mob f Eightball and MJG - Soul Food Remix 12"
Goodie Mob f Eightball and MJG - Soul Food Remix 12" слова песни
(Intro):1996. (Soul Food).Eightball and MJG, Goodie Mob, Crazy CBringing 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 SouthwestAnd every now and then I get put to the testBut I can`t be stopped, `cause I gotta come trueAin`t go no gun. But I got my crewDidn`t come fo` no beef cause I don`t eat steakI 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 morningWhen I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boilingDidn`t know why, but it felt so goodLike some waffles in that morningHeaded back to the woodsNow I`m full as tick. Got some soul on blast in the cassetteFood for my brain. I haven`t stopped learning yetHot wings from Mo-Joes. Got my forehead sweatingCelery and blue cheese on my menu next(Koujo)Southern Fry won`t allow my body to lie stillTied face goons surround me like cancerDrill me with second-hand obstaclesBut, only to make matters worsePlus, I`m getting pimped by this temp lady JackieFrom Optima: staffing figure. LaughingShut up clown. Don`t talk to me like thatLooking stupid of course. Living day by dayAnd you ain`t hard trick? Hell you say?(Cee-lo)It`s such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun riseI`m ready to beginAnother chance to get further away from where I`ve beenBut I`ll never forgetEvery thing I went through, I appreciate the shitBecause if I had of went and took the easy way,I wouldn`t be the strong nigga that I am todayEvery 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 wellGood old-fashioned soul food, all rightEverythang is for freeAs good as it can beCome 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 greaseDidn`t go together with this quart of Mickey`sLast night hanging over from a good timeYeah, beef is cheaper, But it`s pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of breadShawty look good with them hairy legsWish I could cut her up, but my stomach come before sexA house full of hoes. Now what`s the ingredient:Spaghetti, plus her monthly flow(T-Mo):They know they making it hard on the yardFuck Chris Darden! Fuck Marsha Clark!Taking us when we`re in the spotlight for a jokeChanging by the day. I see it`s getting bigger in my squareLooking at Lenox from the outsideWith a stare. No money to go insideTameka and Tiffany outside tripping and skipping rope to the beats from my jeepAs I speak, "Whats up" from the driver seat(Cee-lo)A heaping helping of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese and collard greensToo big for my jeansSmoke steams from under the lid that`s on the potAin`t never had a lot. But thankful for the little that I gotWhy not be? Fast food got me feeling sickThem crackers think they slickBy tryin to make this bullshit affordableI thank the Lord that my voice was recordablefor soul food