MOTHERS POT

[Intro: CS Armstrong]
Yeah, okay
Yeah, okay
I hear you, nah

[Verse 1: CS Armstrong]
Nah, I'm something for the soul baby
Look, I told her stir it up, you gotta stir it up
I know it's a lot, you gotta stir it up
Put it in the pot, you gotta stir it up
A lil' Big and Pac, you gotta, okay
You gotta stir it up, baby
Yeah you gotta stir it up, hey, mix it all
You gotta—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I told 'em something good for the soul, baby
If you gon’ do it, do it to go, baby
I give her good for the— hey
Yeah, yeah, hey
I give her something good for the soul baby
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[Chorus: CS Armstrong]
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
Cook it so good they say you put yo foot in it
Homemade lemonade in that one pitcher
Telling mami I need the big piece of chicken
Baking sheet the bacon though if you a real nigga
You can’t knead it too much or the bread won’t stretch
If you keep looking back, you can break yo neck
Handle this right now, that other shit next
Ayy do it wit’ yo heart, that’s how you feel it in yo chest
Put it on a plate, and I’m looking great today
Sop it up with a biscuit and you gotta have gravy
It tastes way better when yo kinfolks make it
Goliath wouldn’t have never beat David anyway

[Chorus: CS Armstrong]
Something good for your soul
Something good for your soul
Something good for your soul
Something good for your soul

[Verse 3: Roc Solid]
Yeah, look
I ain’t the type to brag
But I can tell by how you act, that cat is out the bag
I’m a grown ass man, don’t care about your past
More concerned with the fact if that’s yo real ass
If you got real class
When you take that makeup off, if you still bad
Do you post yo pictures without using filters
When my niggas meet you is they gon’ ask if you got a sister
That’s how you know we onto something in the kitchen
Mac and cheese, fried chicken with the stuffing, this that soul food
This that pull up to the function in an old school
Real player like
She tryna act like she don’t like that I’m the player type
This shit come easy to me like my name was Eric Wright
I’m just tryna do it bigger than a terabyte, on jet skis out in paradise
Roll one, take a shot, let’s make a toast to life
She hitting my phone tryna figure what we on tonight

[Chorus: CS Armstrong]
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)
Something good for your soul (something real good, something real good)

[Outro]