(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."