Chords for Goodie Mob - Soul Food (Official HD Video)
Tempo:
96.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
G
C
Em
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's hard out here, man, you know?
I don't even know how you survive out here this [N] long.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
Lord, it's so hard
Living this life
Of constant struggle,
Leaping every day
Some wonder why
I'd rather die
Than to continue living
[Bb] [C]
[E]
My old boy from the point, but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped, cause I gotta come through
Ain't got no gun, but I got my proof
Didn't come for no beef, cause I don't eat steak
I gotta play the soul food, chicken, [Em] rice, and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a [E] cup of punch
Top of call every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put the high grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup
All it did was the wine, but it felt so [F] good
Like some [G] waffles in the morning, headed back to the woods
Now I'm pulling some teeth, got some soul on blast
And I'm cassette food for my brain, and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mojo's, got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu nips
The problem with my body, [E] tell I still
Cow face grooms around me like cancer
Drill, with second hand obstacles
But only to me, mouth is worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp
And a jacket from Optimus, laughing
Laugh and set up clown, don't talk to me like that
Let's do it of course, living day by [G] day
And you ain't hard trick, hell you safe
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise
I'm ready to [E] begin, another chance to get further away from what I've been
But I never forget, everything I went through I appreciate
Because if I had a wig that took the ease away
Wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everything that I did, different things I was told
Just [G] ended up being food for my soul
Come and get your soul food
Well then, [E] good old fashioned soul food
Alright, everything is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food
[E] Sunday morning, where you eating at?
I'm on 1365, Wichita Drive over with a stow ride
Here's the drop of ticket and yesterday's brief
Then go together with this call to make it
Last night, hanging over from a good time
Yeah, beef is cheaper but it's [G] pumped with red dye
Between two pieces of bread, [C] sour legu with them hairy [F] legs
[E] Wish I could cut her up but my stomach come before Zeg
A house full of, know [G] what the ingredient's spaghetti plus
[C] They know they're making it hard on the [E] yard
Chris Darden, Marsha Claw
Hanging us one week in the spotlight for a joke
Change it by the day, I see it's getting bigger in my square
Bigger than Linux from the outside with the stair
No money to go inside, Tameka and Tiffany outside
Tripping and skipping rope to the piece from my Jeep
As I speak, what's up from the drama seat
I keep on helping the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese
And collard greens to feed for my teens
Smoke stings from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not, G?
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them kids think [F] they slick
By [Em] trying to make this bullshit affordable
[G] I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
[Em] I'm making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Hold up, see, it's what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Saying she ain't got no extra Hush Puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood, making me hit the door
With a mind full of attitude
It was a line at the beautiful JJ's Rib Shack
With packed tooth, looking to be one of them days
When mama ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with the family
Looking for a little soul food
I'm [Em] making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Little [C] old-fashioned [E] soul food, alright
[F] [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [Em] your soul [E] food
I'm [C] making your soul food, [E] well, baby
Little old-fashioned soul food, alright
[F] [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [C] your soul [E] food
I'm making your soul food
[N]
I don't even know how you survive out here this [N] long.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
Lord, it's so hard
Living this life
Of constant struggle,
Leaping every day
Some wonder why
I'd rather die
Than to continue living
[Bb] [C]
[E]
My old boy from the point, but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped, cause I gotta come through
Ain't got no gun, but I got my proof
Didn't come for no beef, cause I don't eat steak
I gotta play the soul food, chicken, [Em] rice, and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a [E] cup of punch
Top of call every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put the high grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup
All it did was the wine, but it felt so [F] good
Like some [G] waffles in the morning, headed back to the woods
Now I'm pulling some teeth, got some soul on blast
And I'm cassette food for my brain, and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mojo's, got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu nips
The problem with my body, [E] tell I still
Cow face grooms around me like cancer
Drill, with second hand obstacles
But only to me, mouth is worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp
And a jacket from Optimus, laughing
Laugh and set up clown, don't talk to me like that
Let's do it of course, living day by [G] day
And you ain't hard trick, hell you safe
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise
I'm ready to [E] begin, another chance to get further away from what I've been
But I never forget, everything I went through I appreciate
Because if I had a wig that took the ease away
Wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everything that I did, different things I was told
Just [G] ended up being food for my soul
Come and get your soul food
Well then, [E] good old fashioned soul food
Alright, everything is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food
[E] Sunday morning, where you eating at?
I'm on 1365, Wichita Drive over with a stow ride
Here's the drop of ticket and yesterday's brief
Then go together with this call to make it
Last night, hanging over from a good time
Yeah, beef is cheaper but it's [G] pumped with red dye
Between two pieces of bread, [C] sour legu with them hairy [F] legs
[E] Wish I could cut her up but my stomach come before Zeg
A house full of, know [G] what the ingredient's spaghetti plus
[C] They know they're making it hard on the [E] yard
Chris Darden, Marsha Claw
Hanging us one week in the spotlight for a joke
Change it by the day, I see it's getting bigger in my square
Bigger than Linux from the outside with the stair
No money to go inside, Tameka and Tiffany outside
Tripping and skipping rope to the piece from my Jeep
As I speak, what's up from the drama seat
I keep on helping the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese
And collard greens to feed for my teens
Smoke stings from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not, G?
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them kids think [F] they slick
By [Em] trying to make this bullshit affordable
[G] I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
[Em] I'm making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Hold up, see, it's what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Saying she ain't got no extra Hush Puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood, making me hit the door
With a mind full of attitude
It was a line at the beautiful JJ's Rib Shack
With packed tooth, looking to be one of them days
When mama ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with the family
Looking for a little soul food
I'm [Em] making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Little [C] old-fashioned [E] soul food, alright
[F] [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [Em] your soul [E] food
I'm [C] making your soul food, [E] well, baby
Little old-fashioned soul food, alright
[F] [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [C] your soul [E] food
I'm making your soul food
[N]
Key:
E
G
C
Em
F
E
G
C
It's hard out here, man, you know?
I don't even know how you survive out here this [N] long.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
_ _ _ Lord, it's so _ hard
Living this _ life
Of constant struggle,
Leaping every day
Some wonder why
_ I'd rather die
Than to continue living
[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ My old boy from the point, but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped, cause I gotta come through
Ain't got no gun, but I got my proof
Didn't come for no beef, cause I don't eat steak
I gotta play the soul food, chicken, [Em] rice, and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a [E] cup of punch
Top of call every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put the high grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup
All it did was the wine, but it felt so [F] good
Like some [G] waffles in the morning, headed back to the woods
Now I'm pulling some teeth, got some soul on blast
And I'm cassette food for my brain, and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mojo's, got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu nips
The problem with my body, [E] tell I still
Cow face grooms around me like cancer
Drill, with second hand obstacles
But only to me, mouth is worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp
And a jacket from Optimus, laughing
Laugh and set up clown, don't talk to me like that
Let's do it of course, living day by [G] day
And you ain't hard trick, hell you safe
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise
I'm ready to [E] begin, another chance to get further away from what I've been
But I never forget, everything I went through I appreciate
Because if I had a wig that took the ease away
Wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everything that I did, different things I was told
Just [G] ended up being food for my soul
Come and get your soul food
Well then, [E] good old fashioned soul food
Alright, _ everything is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food
[E] Sunday morning, where you eating at?
I'm on 1365, Wichita Drive over with a stow ride
Here's the drop of ticket and yesterday's brief
Then go together with this call to make it
Last night, hanging over from a good time
Yeah, beef is cheaper but it's [G] pumped with red dye
Between two pieces of bread, [C] sour legu with them hairy [F] legs
[E] Wish I could cut her up but my stomach come before Zeg
A house full of, know [G] what the ingredient's spaghetti plus
[C] They know they're making it hard on the [E] yard
Chris Darden, Marsha Claw
Hanging us one week in the spotlight for a joke
Change it by the day, I see it's getting bigger in my square
Bigger than Linux from the outside with the stair
No money to go inside, Tameka and Tiffany outside
Tripping and skipping rope to the piece from my Jeep
As I speak, what's up from the drama seat
I keep on helping the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese
And collard greens to feed for my teens
Smoke stings from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not, G?
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them kids think [F] they slick
By [Em] trying to make this bullshit affordable
[G] I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
[Em] I'm making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Hold up, see, it's what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Saying she ain't got no extra Hush Puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood, making me hit the door
With a mind full of attitude
It was a line at the beautiful JJ's Rib Shack
With packed tooth, looking to be one of them days
When mama ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with the family
Looking for a little soul food
I'm [Em] making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Little [C] old-fashioned [E] soul food, alright
[F] _ [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [Em] your soul _ [E] food
I'm [C] making your soul food, [E] well, baby
Little old-fashioned soul food, alright
[F] _ [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [C] your soul [E] food
I'm making your soul food
_ [N] _
I don't even know how you survive out here this [N] long.
Sometimes I feel like giving up.
_ _ _ Lord, it's so _ hard
Living this _ life
Of constant struggle,
Leaping every day
Some wonder why
_ I'd rather die
Than to continue living
[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ My old boy from the point, but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped, cause I gotta come through
Ain't got no gun, but I got my proof
Didn't come for no beef, cause I don't eat steak
I gotta play the soul food, chicken, [Em] rice, and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a [E] cup of punch
Top of call every last Thursday of the month
Daddy put the high grits on my chest in the morning
When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup
All it did was the wine, but it felt so [F] good
Like some [G] waffles in the morning, headed back to the woods
Now I'm pulling some teeth, got some soul on blast
And I'm cassette food for my brain, and haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mojo's, got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu nips
The problem with my body, [E] tell I still
Cow face grooms around me like cancer
Drill, with second hand obstacles
But only to me, mouth is worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp
And a jacket from Optimus, laughing
Laugh and set up clown, don't talk to me like that
Let's do it of course, living day by [G] day
And you ain't hard trick, hell you safe
It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sunrise
I'm ready to [E] begin, another chance to get further away from what I've been
But I never forget, everything I went through I appreciate
Because if I had a wig that took the ease away
Wouldn't be the strong that I am today
Everything that I did, different things I was told
Just [G] ended up being food for my soul
Come and get your soul food
Well then, [E] good old fashioned soul food
Alright, _ everything is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food
[E] Sunday morning, where you eating at?
I'm on 1365, Wichita Drive over with a stow ride
Here's the drop of ticket and yesterday's brief
Then go together with this call to make it
Last night, hanging over from a good time
Yeah, beef is cheaper but it's [G] pumped with red dye
Between two pieces of bread, [C] sour legu with them hairy [F] legs
[E] Wish I could cut her up but my stomach come before Zeg
A house full of, know [G] what the ingredient's spaghetti plus
[C] They know they're making it hard on the [E] yard
Chris Darden, Marsha Claw
Hanging us one week in the spotlight for a joke
Change it by the day, I see it's getting bigger in my square
Bigger than Linux from the outside with the stair
No money to go inside, Tameka and Tiffany outside
Tripping and skipping rope to the piece from my Jeep
As I speak, what's up from the drama seat
I keep on helping the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese
And collard greens to feed for my teens
Smoke stings from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not, G?
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them kids think [F] they slick
By [Em] trying to make this bullshit affordable
[G] I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable
[Em] I'm making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Hold up, see, it's what I write
And Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Saying she ain't got no extra Hush Puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood, making me hit the door
With a mind full of attitude
It was a line at the beautiful JJ's Rib Shack
With packed tooth, looking to be one of them days
When mama ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with the family
Looking for a little soul food
I'm [Em] making your soul [E] food, well, baby
Little [C] old-fashioned [E] soul food, alright
[F] _ [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [Em] your soul _ [E] food
I'm [C] making your soul food, [E] well, baby
Little old-fashioned soul food, alright
[F] _ [G] Everything is for free
As good as it can be
I'm making [C] your soul [E] food
I'm making your soul food
_ [N] _