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Suck it thru a straw |
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My name is g so see of course, |
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I got my slogan not a hero like hogan, i'm from downtown |
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A flower child of the truest kind, of the clear blue eye |
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Of the fresh squeezed jive mind |
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Time to tick, turn off the clock |
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Tell by the shade, work the lick and then i dig the sun |
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The sensei, the teach, the talk, so listen up soon |
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Ingredients won't fit in |
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The cup or the teaspoon |
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So dig on, check your list twice, spread stuff, wassup |
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Yo check it again |
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Know what's in my pen |
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And you still want to front |
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Go ahead be that jury |
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But it poor see |
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I got more in store for ya |
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I got more in store for ya |
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I got more in store for you |
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I got more in store for you to lunch on |
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Brewin' in the night kitchen |
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I'll be stirrin' strings to spell ya |
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In the cauldron like a witch and wishin' on the stars |
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Of my eyes of my sight |
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'cause i'm outta sight daily |
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And nightly i'm giggin' |
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So stop gigglin' |
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Step to the bartender |
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Slide us some sauce |
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Yeah, the specialty |
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The recipe, ain't gonna tell me no |
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I got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no one |
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I got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no one |
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I've got to keep on moving |
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I've got to keep on moving |
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I got one a proud pony ride |
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I'll ride till i die |
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More crunch than nestle's |
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Yo who is this guy, i think i saw him on stage |
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Stage a show unlike any i seen before |
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Got cool guitars strings and all contacts to call |
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Hey, hey, hey come on y'all |
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Bust some ups and some downs |
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Bust a hoot from the ground |
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Louise tore me up eh yo how'd that sound |
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She made me walk from chicago to the gulf of mexico |
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Fished out my pond and slept with my girl so |
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Blues at sunrise what a way to start the day |
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Juannes so rough that they're like sandpaper |
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To smoove out the edges as i |
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Flow like water from sink, drain, river to sea |
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Whip the butter |
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I got the recipe, ain't gonna tell me no one |
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I got the specialty, ain't gonna tell me no one |
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I got the recipe, ain't gonna tell me no one |
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I've gots to keep moving |
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I've gots to keep moving |
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I got chicken heads i got lanky legs |
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I write lyrics so sloppy it's like a different language |
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I got olive oil and i got spinach |
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I toot pipe like popeye, smile like grimace |
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Flip like the hamburgler, 'cause it's correct |
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'cause i know why it all costs so much |
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Bet on conversion |
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Got all my words in my composition book |
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My honey in the nooks and crannies |
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I sleep in my jammies and special sauce is jammin' |
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So much stuffs in the flavor |
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The recipes all in favor |
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Say i got to keep on moving |
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I gots to keep on moving |
