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