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