ฟังเพลงSoul Food (Explicit)

Soul Food (精神食粮) (Explicit) - Fabolous/Jadakiss

Written by：John Jackson/Jason Phillips/Charles Dumazer/Glen Jones

Producer：C-sick

Time to put in work we all got a job to do

I light a joint then ask myself what would Pablo do

Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue

Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do

Yeah but it's all for my family

The goal wasn't live middle class and buy Camry

I want us all to eat even if from my pantry

I guess I'm just more soul food than eye candy

I feel like these young niggas need more eye Jammie

More passport stamps less trips to Miami

Yeah bro we all need a little culture

A little time away from bird a** niggas and vultures

I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you

I'm too old to kid you I gotta adult you

Listen the sh*t is getting outta hand

Like fumbles in football I humbly put y'all

In y'all f**king place that's my OCD

I give a b**th a little bit but it's mostly D

I be in that rolls Royce knocking ghost CD

That's supreme clientele all I know is buy and sell

We had to hustle to eat it wasn't no thanksgiving

Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain't living

It's big dinner sh*t baby everybody up in here

Find what you bring to the table then pull up a chair

Yeah

You see

Without hope it ain't nothing

Ha haaaeeh

I like this sh*t you should love it

Kill kill kill kill kill kill

Uh let's finish the game Billy uhh

Do something and stop stalling that's silly haha

The bull over there just drawlin' that's Philly woo

Invisible set F class that's chilly mmm

Life is short death's fast that's illy yep

When ya whole crew got cash that's Willie uh

To everybody living it up you gotta feel me yep

And nah I ain't giving it up you gotta kill me uh uh

Whoever you look up to ask 'em I'm a real G ask 'em

As far as this rap sh*t go I got realty

Before being signed to a major I had a real Ki

And I ain't tryna play you I'm tryna give you the real me nah

Almost twenty years in the game and I'm still me woo

Niggas fear hearing my name I got skills B

The boy the girl the w**d I got pills B

How many other owners you know that's in the field B who

No license or registration that's what it still be uhh

Honor's in your pocket your heart that's where the will be yes

From the hood cop out even if not guilty

Rich ain't good enough ni**a I'm not filthy

I'm hardcore rough and rugged I'm not silky uh uh

Guns under mattress money is where the quilt be

Poof this is the last supper here eat

Last time we break bread so pull up a chair

Yeah