G. Love & Special Sauce - Recipe Lyrics
Suck it thru a strawMy name is g so see of course,I got my slogan not a hero like hogan, Im from downtownA flower child of the truest kind, of the clear blue eyeOf the fresh squeezed jive mindTime to tick, turn off the clockTell by the shade, work the lick and then I dig the sunThe sensei, the teach, the talk, so listen up soonIngredients wont fit inThe cup or the teaspoonSo dig on, check your list twice, spread stuff, wassupYo check it againKnow whats in my penAnd you still want to frontGo ahead be that juryBut it poor seeI got more in store for yaI got more in store for yaI got more in store for youI got more in store for you to lunch onBrewin in the night kitchenIll be stirrin strings to spell yaIn the cauldron like a witch and wishin on the starsOf my eyes of my sightcause Im outta sight dailyAnd nightly Im gigginSo stop gigglinStep to the bartenderSlide us some sauceYeah, the specialtyThe recipe, aint gonna tell me noI got the specialty, aint gonna tell me no oneI got the specialty, aint gonna tell me no oneIve got to keep on movingIve got to keep on movingI got one a proud pony rideIll ride till I dieMore crunch than nestlesYo who is this guy, I think I saw him on stageStage a show unlike any I seen beforeGot cool guitars strings and all contacts to callHey, hey, hey come on yallBust some ups and some downsBust a hoot from the groundLouise tore me up eh yo howd that soundShe made me walk from chicago to the gulf of mexicoFished out my pond and slept with my girl soBlues at sunrise what a way to start the dayJuannes so rough that theyre like sandpaperTo smoove out the edges as iFlow like water from sink, drain, river to seaWhip the butterI got the recipe, aint gonna tell me no oneI got the specialty, aint gonna tell me no oneI got the recipe, aint gonna tell me no oneIve gots to keep movingIve gots to keep movingI got chicken heads I got lanky legsI write lyrics so sloppy its like a different languageI got olive oil and I got spinachI toot pipe like popeye, smile like grimaceFlip like the hamburgler, cause its correctcause I know why it all costs so muchBet on conversionGot all my words in my composition bookMy honey in the nooks and cranniesI sleep in my jammies and special sauce is jamminSo much stuffs in the flavorThe recipes all in favorSay I got to keep on movingI gots to keep on moving
