Kiss the back of my neckbone Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh Shoot, that's 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 I'm full from top to the bottom and this ain't no lie I'm hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July And I'm 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 I'm getting spoiled like old beans and I can't lose my head 'Cause when you're not around I'm crumbling like cornbread (repeat chorus)