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' Dont 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' (x10
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Copy to Clipboard: 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' Dont 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' (x10
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