Hors d'oeuvre Lyrics

Shit man turn this shit up

It's Soul Food Cafe

186 we still here

Some good old soulful shit

You know what I'm saying

Yeah

Toast it

It's about the cash back never about what it costed

Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it

Soul food cafe

I learned it all

Candle from both ends I burned it off

I had to stay focus bring the ruckus in the studio

I studied Mos on both sides lost no time

My stuff is filled with dope lines still my tummy growl

Piss smell in the corridor

I carry more problems

On the parisians walkways

like I'm Garry Moore

Going up like a rocket hit like cannon ball

Many rats in the bucket I'm turning cannibal

Toast a sucka over 20 bucks who's gonna give a fuck

Sippin the liquor up never needed em to believe in us

They tied his hands with duckt tape

Gasoline and they lit it up

We had to make it work even though they never gave a luck

They just skimmed through the music that took me two years

Win take a few loss it's never too late

We sweating all day to make the two ends meet

I need a foreign whip a trip and a big piece of that Kobe meat

Light one sip it while the coffee warm

Still dreaming ´bout a comfy home

Kids running ´round but still no money hoe

Tears runnin down my face they let the coffin down

You know where we coming from

186 this street shit still Corleone

Toast it

It's about the cash back never about what it costed

Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it

And all these bitches they be afraid to catch a lawsuit

Come on no shit

Motherfucker we say toast it

It's about the cash back never about what it costed

Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it

Soul food cafe

Fuck running after time I can buy myself a Cartier

But I'll be fine once I outsold Kendrick and Kanye

I put my feet up on the table

Play it smart and patient so when the cards fold

I'll be where the money at

Beef ribs and cognac

Em bitches sucking dicks to get some streams out of their phonny tracks

I don't fuck with that

I'm buying pieces these freaks be stealing in the laudromats

They never shot but rap like they be carying a dozen macs

I'm still here still the good kid from a mad city

Pussys talking tough and then explain I skip their parts like a scratched CD

I'm CP3 leaking shots

In my lyrics emcees tippy toes when they see me

Told myself you have to make it

You just have few years

Like I ain't knew yet

But I ain't new here

Wipe up the game with my mouillette

on a mission for god

Four fried chicken and a coke ain't got me full yet

Toast it

It's about the cash back never about what it costed

Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it

And all these bitches they be afraid to catch a lawsuit

Come on no shit

Motherfucker we say toast it

It's about the cash back never about what it costed

Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it

Soul food cafe

Thank you for calling the soul food cafe restaurant

here the meals are all about feelings

nothing but feelings

If you have any concerns about the dishes please find the complete menu on our website

We wish you a pleasant time and meal here

At the Soul Food Cafe restaurant