Special Sauce
Recipe
Suck it through a strawMy name is g so see of course,I got my slogan not a hero like hogan, I'm 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 won't fit inThe cup or the teaspoonSo dig on, check your list twice, spread stuff, wassupYo check it againKnow what's 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 kitchenLetras de cancionesI'll be stirrin' strings to spell yaIn the cauldron like a witch and wishin' on the starsOf my eyes of my sight'Cause I'm outta sight dailyAnd nightly I'm giggin'So stop gigglin'Step to the bartenderSlide us some sauceYeah, the specialtyThe recipe, ain't gonna tell me noI got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no oneI got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no oneI've got to keep on movingI've got to keep on movingI got one a proud pony rideI'll ride till I dieMore crunch than nestle'sYo 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 y'allBust some ups and some downsBust a hoot from the groundLouise tore me up eh yo how'd 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 they're like sandpaperTo smoove out the edges as IFlow like water from sink, drain, river to seaWhip the butterI got the recipe, ain't gonna tell me no oneI got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no oneI got the recipe, ain't gonna tell me no oneI've gots to keep movingI've gots to keep movingI got chicken heads I got lanky legsI write lyrics so sloppy it's like a different languageI got olive oil and I got spinachI toot pipe like popeye, smile like grimaceFlip like the hamburgler, 'cause it's correct'Cause 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 jammin'So much stuffs in the flavorThe recipes all in favorSay I got to keep on movingI gots to keep on moving
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