Food Songtext
von Jme

My belly hurts
My belly is hurtin′ me
My belly hurts, blud
I want some food, blud
Yo, yo

Food
Rah, ma bellys hurtin' me man
Food
I′m hungry, I want some
Food
I'm hungry, and I want some flippin' food
Food
Food
I want some kebab, rudeboy


As soon as I step foot in the shop
I know that I don′t know what I want
Chicken donna, cofty kebab, lamb shish, or a mixed special
Sometimes I get a cofty or some next one I can′t say properly
I'm so hungry I′m bitin' ma lips
Flippin′ hell jus get a portion of chips

Blud, that's too much salt on ma chips
I′ve been bitin' ma lips are you fik it stings
I've lost ma appetite lickin′ da salt off ma lips
Throw da chips in da bin, normal, walk out da shop
Don′t forget to say, "Thank you, boss" (ay, safe, safe)
Walk to ma yard, as soon as I land
Go find a toilet and jam

Food
Don't you love it when you get some real good
Food
Not goin′ out on street and eatin' all of dat junk
Food
All dat take-away and all of dat shit
Food
I want some Mac D′s
McDonalds!


So I pull up, at the drive-through
They like to call it the McDrive
I'm waitin′ there for my food
The lady comes, I look in her eyes
"Ay, yo, yo!", then I start bussin' up
At the drive-through I always joke
I ask for a large orange coke
Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries (some chips)

I'm in my early 20′s
Pushin′ a whip but I'm payin′ in pennies
When you get burgers, always check 'em
I eat burgers in 15 seconds
Ketchup all over my face
Sesame seeds all over the place
As if that wasn′t enough to spoil it
Go home, spend two days on the toilet

Food
Come home and eat some of that good
Food
After you've been out on road, shottin′ that
Food
Come and get a big munch, munch that
Food
On a eedioit ting, rudeboy

Nah, man, I ain't got no Ps today
So I sit in my yard and check MySpace
As per usual my belly rumbles
Here comes mum to save the day
I say, "Good afternoon," fix my face
Then ask mum to fix me a plate
Be polite if she's in a good mood
I know I′ll get some of that good food

Rice, plantain, but no ackee
I′m Nigerian, I deal with shaki
Trust me, it might not sound nice
But I box 'dat back with ground rice
I ain′t on a hype ting either
I wash it down with a glass of water
And when I fill up my tummy
Don't forget to say thank you, mummy (thanks, mum, thanks, mum)

Food!
Some good food, good food
Food!
Food!
Food!