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