Fabolous, Jadakiss - Soul Food lyrics
Fabolous [John David Jackson]
[Fabolous, Jadakiss - Soul Food lyrics]
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 Camrys
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 jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird
Ass 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 shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y'all
In y'all fucking place, that's my OCD
I give a bitch 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 shit, 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 shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill)
Uh, let's finish the game, Billy (uh)
Do something and stop stalling, that's silly
(haha) the bull over there just drawling
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 shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major
I had a real key
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 weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know
That's in the field, b
(who?) no license or registration
That's where the steel be (uh)
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, nigga
I'm not filthy
I'm hardcore, rough and rugged
I'm not silky (uh huh)
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
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 Camrys
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 jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird
Ass 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 shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y'all
In y'all fucking place, that's my OCD
I give a bitch 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 shit, 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 shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill)
Uh, let's finish the game, Billy (uh)
Do something and stop stalling, that's silly
(haha) the bull over there just drawling
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 shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major
I had a real key
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 weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know
That's in the field, b
(who?) no license or registration
That's where the steel be (uh)
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, nigga
I'm not filthy
I'm hardcore, rough and rugged
I'm not silky (uh huh)
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