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My old boy from the point
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But I'm from Southwest and every
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Now and then I get put to the test
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But I can't be stopped
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Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun
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But I got my crew
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Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak
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I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
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Not covered in too much
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Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
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Every last Thursday of the month
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Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
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When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
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Didn't know why but it felt so good
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Like some waffles in that morning
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Headed back to tha woods
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Now I'm full as tick
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Got some soul on blast in tha cassette
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Food for my brain
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I haven't stopped learning yet
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Hot wings from Mo-Joes
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Got my forehead sweating
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Celery and blue cheese on my menu next
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Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
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Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
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me with second-hand obstables
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But, only to make matters worse
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Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
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From Optima staffing figure laughing
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Shut up clown don't talk to me
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Like that looking stupid of course
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living day by day and you ain't hard
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Trick hell you say?
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It's such a blessing when my eyes
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Get to see the sun rise
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To get further away from where I've been
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But I'll never gorget everythang I went through
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I appreciate the shit because
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If I hada went and took the easy way
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i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
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Everythang that I did
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Different thangs I was told
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Just ended up being tood for my soul
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Come and get yo' soul food, well well
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Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
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Everythang is for free
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As good as it can be
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Come and get some soul food
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Sunday morning where you reating at?
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I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive
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Ole' burd working the stove ride
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Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
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Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
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Last night hanging over from a good time
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yeah beef is cheaper but
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It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread
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Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
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Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
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A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
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Spaghetty plus her monthly flow
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They know they making it hard on the yard
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Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
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Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
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Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
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Looking at Lenox from the outside
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With a stare no money to go inside
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Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
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And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
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As I speak wuz up from the driver seat
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A heaping helping of fried chicken
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Macaroni and cheese and collard greens
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Too big for my jeans
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Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
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Ain't never had allot but thankful for
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The little that I got why not be
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Fast food got me feeling sick
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Them crackers think they sick
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By trying to make this bullshit affordable
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I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable
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Come an get your soul food well well..
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Hold up C it's what I write
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And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
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Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell
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Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
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With a mind full of attitude
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It was a line at tha beautiful
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JJ'S Ribshack was packed too
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Looking to be one of dem days
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When Momma ain't cooking
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Everybody's out hunting with tha family
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Looking for a little soul food
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Come and get yo' soul food, well well
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Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
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Everythang is for free
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As good as it can be
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Come and get some soul food
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Soul Food
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