Soul Food Goodie Mob

[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 got no gun

But I got my crew

Didn't come for 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

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning

When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling

Didn't know why but it felt so good

Like some waffles in that morning

Headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick

Got some soul on blast in tha 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