Leela James

Kiss the back of my neckbone
Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Shoot, thats soul food
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Stankin like chitlins
Sweet like sweet potato pie
Like collard greens and yams on the side
Im full from top to the bottom and this aint no lie
Im hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July
And Im sayin...
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Sip me up like lemonade from a mason jar
Make it good like some chicken fried in a pan of lard
Im getting spoiled like old beans and I cant lose my head
Cause when youre not around Im crumbling like cornbread
(repeat chorus and ad-lib to end)
(Thanks to Sven for these lyrics)
[ Soul Food Lyrics ]