@migu music@

Recipe (食谱) - G. Love/Special Sauce

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'

Don't 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'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'

I've got to keep on movin'