โหลดเพลง mp3 Soul Food - Fabolous

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