Soul food

Tell me what you want, fallin to my knees Tell me what you need, fallin to my knees, ohh

I'm sick of Alabama country fried Lay your head Down to the side for me

So sick of good and tasty collard greens Put a nigga on the beat

Wait till you get to the beans It's gon' make a nigga scream

I'm so sick of soul food Make him scream

I'm so sick of soul food

You where you goin, boo? Don't forget your food in here

Grandma's cooking It's something good I fear

You see, I don't want no pressure from Grandma's hands

So nigga, if you do not want it, come make a stand

I'm so sick of soul food

I'm so sick of soul food

Ooh, she's so pretty Then she must be an angel

She come with me Yeah, she must be on payroll

I'm so sick of soul food

I'm so sick of soul food

I'm so sick of soul food

I'm so sick of soul food

Soul food

Soul food