Recipe lyrics

Artist  : G. love and special sauce 
Song : Recipe
 

Suck it thru a straw 
My name is G so see of course, 
I got my slogan not a hero like Hogan, I`m from
downtown 
A flower child of the truest kind, of the clear
blue eye 
of the fresh squeezed jive mind 
time to tick, turn off the clock 
tell by the shade, 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 
Yo check it again 
Know what`s in my pen 
And you still want to front 
Go ahead be that jury 
But it poor see 
I got more in store for ya 
I got more in store for ya 
I got more in store for you 
I 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` 
Step to the bartender 
Slide us some sauce 
Yeah, the specialty 
The recipe, ain`t gonna tell me no 
I got the specialty, ain`t gonna tell me no one 
I got the specialty, ain`t gonna tell me no one 
I`ve got to keep on moving 
I`ve got to keep on moving 
I got one a proud pony ride 
I`ll ride till I die 
more crunch than Nestle`s 
Yo who is this guy, I think I saw him on stage 
Stage a show unlike any I seen before 
Got cool guitars strings and all contacts to call

Hey, hey, hey come on y`all 
bust some ups and some downs 
bust 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 slept with my girl so 
Blues at sunrise what a way to start the day 
Juannes so rough that they`re like sandpaper 
to smoove out the edges as I 
flow like water from sink, drain, river to sea 
Whip the butter 
I got the recipe, ain`t gonna tell me no one 
I got the specialty, ain`t gonna tell me no one 
I got the recipe, ain`t gonna tell me no one 
I`ve gots to keep moving 
I`ve gots to keep moving 
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 Popeye, smile like Grimace 
Flip like the Hamburgler, `cause it`s correct 
`cause I know why it all costs so much 
bet on conversion 
got all my words in my composition book 
my honey in the nooks and crannies 
I sleep in my jammies and Special Sauce is
Jammin` 
so much stuffs in the flavor 
the recipes all in favor 
say I got to keep on moving 
I gots to keep on moving