Recipe Lyrics - Yeah, It's That Easy - G. Love & Special Sauce

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