G. Love & Special Sauce - Recipe lyrics

Song information

Artist: G. Love & Special Sauce
Album: Yeah, It's That Easy

Lyrics

Suck ya thru a straw
My name is g so see yo of course
I got my slogan not a hero like hogan, I'm from downtown
Flower child of the truest kind, of the clear blue eye
Of the fresh-squeezed jive mind
Time to tick, turn off the clock
Work the lick and then I dig the sun
The sensei, the teach, the talk, so listen up
Soon ingredients won't fit in the cup or the teaspoon
So dig on, check your list twice, spread stuff, wassup
Eh yo check it again
Know what's in the pen and then you still want to front
Go ahead be the jury
But its poor see, cause I got more in store for ya
I got more in store for ya
I got more in store for you
Got more in store for you to lunch on brewin' in the night kitchen
I'll be stirrin' strings to spell ya in the cauldron like a witch
And wishin' on the stars of my eyes of my sight
'Cause I'm outta sight daily
And nightly I'm giggin' so stop gigglin'
Dont step to the bartender slide us some sauce
The specialty
The recipe, ain't gonna tell it no
I've got the specialty, ain't gonna tell it no one
I got the recipe, ain't gonna tell it no one
I've gots to keep on movin' - I've gots to keep on movin'
I've gots to keep on movin'
I've got me a proud pony rider and I'll ride till I die
More crunch than nestle's, yo who is this guy?
I think he look familiar cause I seen him on stage
In his show unfamiliar to any I seen before
Got cool guitars strings and all contact to call
Hey, hey, hey come on y'all
Bust some ups and some downs says a hoot from the ground
Louise tore me up, eh yo how'd that sound?
She made me walk from chicago to the gulf of mexico
Fished out my pond and they slept with my girl so
Blues in summer what a way to start the day
Jaws so rough that they're like sandpaper
To smoove out the edges
Flow as water from sink, drain, river to sea
Whip da butter
I follow the specialty, tell it no one
I've got the specialty, ain't gonna tell it no one
I got the recipe, ain't gonna tell it no one
I've gots to keep on movin', I've gots to keep on movin'
I got to keep on movin'
I got.....(let's hear that bassline one more time).....
I got chicken heads I got lanky legs
I write lyrics so sloppy it's like a different language
I got olive oil and I got spinach
I toot pipe like that popeye and smile like grimace
Flip like the hamburgler, 'cause it's correct
I know why it all costs so much, bet on conversion
Got all my words in my composition book
And my honey and my nooks and my crannies
I sleep in my jammies; the special sauce is jammin'
So much stuffs in the flavor the recipes all in favor
Say I've got to keep on movin'
I've got to keep on movin' (x10

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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