1993, 1993 Oh, yeah Uh huh Well, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice and tight She's home grown and down home That makes woman, yeah She's cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe for me It's hard to find Guess it ain't hip enough You take an average guy He can't identify, oh Lord, Lord, Lord And there's a short supply Of the fine, fine stuff Let me get on, let me get on, let me get on some of that Shake it up, pick it out nice Let me get on, let me get on, let me get on all that I just love my baby's poundcake Home grown and down home That makes woman Cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe For me Gimme some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho, oh Lord Uh uh, uh uh, ho, hey I want some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho Give me some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ha, Vic Johnson That's right I've been out there Tried a little bit of everything But it's all sex without love I found the real thing is poundcake She's home grown, she's down home Yeah, that's woman Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe She's home grown, way down home Oh, that's my woman Give me some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho Give me some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho Give me some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho Give me some of that Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah She's down home, she's home grown C'mon, baby Home grown, down home Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah I need some of that, c'mon baby Uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah Uh uh, uh uh, ho Uh uh, uh uh, ho Give me some of that, give me some of that Well, uh uh, uh uh, ho, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, yeah Michael Anthony on the bass Wooh