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