Tom: A minor
Verse 1
Am
G
C
Em
My old boy from the point
C
G
But I'm from Southwest an d every
Now and then I get put to the test
Em
G
Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun
C
Em
Didn't come for no beef
G
I got a plate of soul food chicken,
rice and gravy
C
Em
Not covered in too much
G
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Am
Every last Thursday of the month
Verse 2
C
Daddy put tha hot grits on my
Em
Am
chest in tha morning
G
When I was sick Mary had tha
hot soup boiling
Em
C
Em
Didn't know why but it felt so good
G
Like some waffles in that morning
Am
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
Em
Got some soul on blast
I haven't stopped learning yet
C
Em
Hot wings from Mo- Joes
Got my forehead sweating
on my menu next
Verse 3
C
Southern Fry won't allow my
body to lie still
Em
C
Tied face goons surround
C
Em
Me with second- hand obstables
F
G
But, only to make matters worse
Am
Plus I'm getting pimped by this
temp lady Jackie
C
G
C
From Optima staffing figure laughing
G
Shut up clown don't talk to me
C
Like that looking stupid of course
Em
Living day by day and you ain't hard
G
Em
Trick hell you say?
Verse 4
C
Em
blessing when my eyes
C
Em
another chance to get further away from where I've been
everythang I went through
I appreciate the shit because
Am
G
If I hada went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong
nigga that I am today
C
Em
Everythang that I did
Different thangs I was told
for my soul
Verse 5
C
Em
Come and get yo' soul food,
G
Am
well well
C
Em
Good old- fashioned soul food,
G
Em
all right
C
Em
Everythang is for free
Am
G
As good as it can be
C
Em
Come and get some soul food
Verse 6
G
Am
Sunday morning where you eating at?
C
Em
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive
G
Ole' burd working the stove ride
Churches dropping chicken
Em
Didn't go together with this
Last night hanging over from a good time
C
Em
Yeah beef is cheaper but
C
G
It's pumped with "red dye" between
C
Em
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
G
Wish I could cut her up but, ma
Em
stomach come before sex
C
Em
C
A house full of hoes now what's
Spaghetty plus her monthly flow
Verse 7
G
Am
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marcia Clark
G
C
Taking us when we're in
Em
the spotlight for a joke
C
G
Changing by the day I see it's getting
C
Em
Looking at Lenox from the outside
G
With a stare no money to go inside
Em
G
Tameka and Tiffany out
Em
C
And skipping rope to the beats
Am
As I speak wuz up from
Em
A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and
Verse 8
G
Am
cheese and collard greens
Em
C
the lid that's on the pot
G
Am
Ain't never had allot but thankful for
C
Em
The little that I got why not be
G
Fast food got me feeling sick
F
Them crackers think they slick
G
C
By trying to make this bull
G
I thank the Lord that my voice was
recordable
Verse 9
C
(Come an get your soul food,
G
C
Hold up C it's what I write
Em
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
C
G
Says she ain't got no extra
C
Em
Bankhead seafood making
me hit that door
G
With a mind full of attitude
Em
C
It was a line at tha beautiful
Em
Jj's Ribshack was packed too
C
G
Looking to be one of dem days
Am
G
When Momma ain't cooking
C
Em
Everybody's out hunting
with tha family
G
Looking for a little soul food
Verse 10
C
Em
G
Come and get yo' soul food, well well
C
Em
Good old- fashioned soul food,
G
F
all right
C
Em
Everythang is for free
C
G
As good as it can be
C
Em
G
Come and
F
C
Em
get some
G
C
Em
soul food
G
F
C
Em
G
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