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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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**** chris darden, **** 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 |
