The lyrics in the one by G love and Special Sauce look suspiciously, are are phrased WAY too much like Guitar Slim (Eddie Jones) in his 1964 recording of: 'The Things I Used To Do.'
Lyrics:
The things that I used to do
Lord I just won't do no more.
The things that I used to do
Lord I just won't do no more.
I use to sit up and hold your hand baby,
And cry... oh baby please do not go.
I would search all night for ya darlin
Lord knows my search would always be in vain
I would search all night for ya darlin
Lord knows my search would always be in vain
But I knew all along, that you was hid out with
Your other man.
I will send you back to your mother babe
Lord know I'll go back to my family too.
I will send you back to your mother babe
Lord know I'll go back to my family too.
Ain't nuthin I do will please ya girl,
Lord knows I just can't get along with you.
Never do them no more baby
Things that I used to do
I ain't never gonna do them no more
Used to bother you around
Tears in my eye, low to the ground
Try and get slower, we been nowhere
You would leave me
Like twinkle soul
Is where to go
Baby you and me
Get with the roll
Here's a love song yeah
And I'm gonna sing it to you so slow
In your eardrum getting ready
All night long I rock steady
Always glowing like rudolphs nose at
Christmas time
Sure to glowin
Shining, undermining,
In your veins all in your mind
Upside you brain
Knock down deliver like hot tamales
I start to simmer
Things that I used to do
I ain't never gonna umm do them no
More
Things that I used to do...yeah
Never ever gonna do them no more
Used to bother you around
Tears in my eye, sinkin low to the ground
Lower than the ocean, swimmin in the
Sea
Like I m a sword fish, check me
Baby shinin all night long
Just to get some
The things the house man used to do
Never ever gonna do them no more
Yeah the thing that the marshmellow
Man- jimmy -jazz prescot on the bass
Used to do
Never ever gonna do them no more
The things that I used to do
Never never never never gonna do them no
More
G. Love & Special Sauce - G. Love and Special Sauce Album Lyrics
G. Love & Special Sauce - G. Love and Special Sauce Lyrics
Writer: JAMES H. PRESCOTT, GARRETT DUTTON, JEFF CLEMENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Blues Music
Me and my band
All must agree we like to get groovy
With the sounds of the old time
We like to jam cause man
Sounds from the Bandstand
Hand for the cause man
Hang from the old ones
The tones the gear the props and the ride very much in
Chilling outside
Going way back
From where music really started
I'm a child of the eighties
From where I departed since then I started
A collection of the people
Who started it all
I reckon
I kept them
In my sock like money
Blues music
It's all about rocking the van not rock to roll
Sway to sway
Shocks work out I play
What that fly girl Sabine say
About eight miles to the gallon that's some
Highway sailing
Cool cool lounging
Atlantic City bounding
1920's to the 1970's a stream
Pool solid steady
Getting ready real cool
The earth amp sock hat hi-hat dope
Dobro D'Addario strings for my things
The bass wail sings
Let the rhyme bring
The tense of the time
The old time
Blues music
Blind Lemon Jefferson and juice
B.M.W's the proof frosty Albert Collins bukkha white
Booker T James Brown
Jimmy smith at the console
The soul with the girls Aretha
Chakka Khan the show Solid Gold
Cisco and Sonny Lead Belly too
Peoples that rode with Woody and you Bob Dylan
A million Sears Silvertone guitars
Heard the licks no need to take them nowhere
Blues music
It's like chewing gum with your headphones on
Drinking lemonade
Chilling on the front porch after running ball
Like you lost a twenty dollar bill
You got a free ticket from the scratch and win
Its like the swimsuit issue
Could I get a tissue?
It's like you and your baby got nasty cut off and left alone now making eyes
On the city bus again grandma cooks blueberry pie
Little sister got a boyfriend
It's like smoking the ride
The final right
The vinyl rides
Blues music
All must agree we like to get groovy
With the sounds of the old time
We like to jam cause man
Sounds from the Bandstand
Hand for the cause man
Hang from the old ones
The tones the gear the props and the ride very much in
Chilling outside
Going way back
From where music really started
I'm a child of the eighties
From where I departed since then I started
A collection of the people
Who started it all
I reckon
I kept them
In my sock like money
Blues music
It's all about rocking the van not rock to roll
Sway to sway
Shocks work out I play
What that fly girl Sabine say
About eight miles to the gallon that's some
Highway sailing
Cool cool lounging
Atlantic City bounding
1920's to the 1970's a stream
Pool solid steady
Getting ready real cool
The earth amp sock hat hi-hat dope
Dobro D'Addario strings for my things
The bass wail sings
Let the rhyme bring
The tense of the time
The old time
Blues music
Blind Lemon Jefferson and juice
B.M.W's the proof frosty Albert Collins bukkha white
Booker T James Brown
Jimmy smith at the console
The soul with the girls Aretha
Chakka Khan the show Solid Gold
Cisco and Sonny Lead Belly too
Peoples that rode with Woody and you Bob Dylan
A million Sears Silvertone guitars
Heard the licks no need to take them nowhere
Blues music
It's like chewing gum with your headphones on
Drinking lemonade
Chilling on the front porch after running ball
Like you lost a twenty dollar bill
You got a free ticket from the scratch and win
Its like the swimsuit issue
Could I get a tissue?
It's like you and your baby got nasty cut off and left alone now making eyes
On the city bus again grandma cooks blueberry pie
Little sister got a boyfriend
It's like smoking the ride
The final right
The vinyl rides
Blues music
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Garbage Man
I'm your garbage man
Coming down the street
Kick your can, kick your can
Better get your butt down on the curb
And say hey to me
I'm by the liquor store
Giving you the eye
When you walk by
I'm on the subway line
I'm in the coffee shop
Eating toast and eggs
Chorus:
I never beg baby
I never get down on my knees
I'm gonna get you just the same
Girl you had me gone long gone
Lost in your eyes
Cost in my pride
Now I got you calling me speaking me seeking me sexing me
What happened to my freedom
You need me like the air
You drink me like the water
Sort of funny I'm your daddy
You ain't my daughter
First you said you needed sapce
Then please leave my place
Every other day or so
Just get from my face
A taste of wet I got and got
I'll bet that woman tried to play me
The girl had much game I can't get with that
She paid her price to play
But Imma freak one moves
With a sure aim
I'll get you just the same
Chorus
I'm gonna get you undressed
Your mind ain't gonna rest
I'm the best I'm the best
Forget about that man I'm your one
Son of none
Imma move you Imma bruise you
Gonna make you love me
Then Imma lose you
Chorus
You'll be mine
You'll be mine
You'll be mine
Coming down the street
Kick your can, kick your can
Better get your butt down on the curb
And say hey to me
I'm by the liquor store
Giving you the eye
When you walk by
I'm on the subway line
I'm in the coffee shop
Eating toast and eggs
Chorus:
I never beg baby
I never get down on my knees
I'm gonna get you just the same
Girl you had me gone long gone
Lost in your eyes
Cost in my pride
Now I got you calling me speaking me seeking me sexing me
What happened to my freedom
You need me like the air
You drink me like the water
Sort of funny I'm your daddy
You ain't my daughter
First you said you needed sapce
Then please leave my place
Every other day or so
Just get from my face
A taste of wet I got and got
I'll bet that woman tried to play me
The girl had much game I can't get with that
She paid her price to play
But Imma freak one moves
With a sure aim
I'll get you just the same
Chorus
I'm gonna get you undressed
Your mind ain't gonna rest
I'm the best I'm the best
Forget about that man I'm your one
Son of none
Imma move you Imma bruise you
Gonna make you love me
Then Imma lose you
Chorus
You'll be mine
You'll be mine
You'll be mine
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON, JEFF CLEMENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Eyes Have Miles
Special sauce with the special skills
The special find for the special fill
A littel bit on top of but laid back cool
Wind the thread from the tale spun
Back on the spool
Not too blue but azul
Stomping my foot with my sneak
Kicking it for the back beat
Fly girl undressed in the backseat
I might look a sneak
I won't steal a peak
Caught a glance from some good sounds
Don't eat from the Ground Round
Time to get up in a get up
Shake your butt back down
Got more vapors in action
Like Halls Mentholyptus
Misted as I kiced this hold on and I'll twist it
Young mother young mother
Should've stayed home
Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone
Wild wild the obvious child
Wild tone wild eyes have miles
No brown bag today see I'm ice dogging it
Catch the Cool-Aid kid I'm all hogging it
Earl's got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it
Christmas time comes I'm egg nogging it
Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket
Took your keys then he took your wallet
But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it
All you could say was stop it
F*ck you and die
Get away from my piece of the pie
I'm past all that
My eyes have miles
Not necessarily clever
I bring from the soul hold my vocal
Handle for a hold as I walk direct
I roll for the old
Never be sold out
Cause the sell won't gel
I told you my clams inthe shells
Already I don't sweating
Just chill cuddy
Celebrating
It's those doggone kids ever since
They was born the shining
No musically reweriting the phrase
Relighting the page as the joker pays
For the dare on the outside
Just chops I ain't impressed
The licks are removed I just can't digest
It's too artificial man
I can't dig it I don't want affects
So I say so on and Imma go on
To the real next all wood tones
Earth home microphones I'm a rolling stone
I tumble with direction a reflection
From the street
My drink won't dry cause I'm I
Cool like the sky
My eyes have miles
The special find for the special fill
A littel bit on top of but laid back cool
Wind the thread from the tale spun
Back on the spool
Not too blue but azul
Stomping my foot with my sneak
Kicking it for the back beat
Fly girl undressed in the backseat
I might look a sneak
I won't steal a peak
Caught a glance from some good sounds
Don't eat from the Ground Round
Time to get up in a get up
Shake your butt back down
Got more vapors in action
Like Halls Mentholyptus
Misted as I kiced this hold on and I'll twist it
Young mother young mother
Should've stayed home
Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone
Wild wild the obvious child
Wild tone wild eyes have miles
No brown bag today see I'm ice dogging it
Catch the Cool-Aid kid I'm all hogging it
Earl's got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it
Christmas time comes I'm egg nogging it
Look the crook snook a hand in your pocket
Took your keys then he took your wallet
But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it
All you could say was stop it
F*ck you and die
Get away from my piece of the pie
I'm past all that
My eyes have miles
Not necessarily clever
I bring from the soul hold my vocal
Handle for a hold as I walk direct
I roll for the old
Never be sold out
Cause the sell won't gel
I told you my clams inthe shells
Already I don't sweating
Just chill cuddy
Celebrating
It's those doggone kids ever since
They was born the shining
No musically reweriting the phrase
Relighting the page as the joker pays
For the dare on the outside
Just chops I ain't impressed
The licks are removed I just can't digest
It's too artificial man
I can't dig it I don't want affects
So I say so on and Imma go on
To the real next all wood tones
Earth home microphones I'm a rolling stone
I tumble with direction a reflection
From the street
My drink won't dry cause I'm I
Cool like the sky
My eyes have miles
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Baby's Got Sauce
Cooling out cooling out
Waiting form my lady got the special sauce that's why she's my baby my baby
My baby
And of course I'll do anything for her anything she wants
It's sure honey sure
Got a sharp mouth a sharp tongue gimme gimme gimme some
Don't take to that gimme gimme none
You got to work deserve it earn it to own it
Once you got never ever going to leave it alone don't take wise cracking or
Forgetting never been stood up
She does the stepping
My baby got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce
That's some funky lemonade you got going there babe
Is it special for me
Did you make it today
I'll always stop by if you like me to
I'll do anything that you could ever want for me to do
A kiss for some of this
A smile and it's done
Miss I'm your mister
My sister's your sister
My mother's your mother father's your father
It all started when I kissed her it was love at first sight
Better when it started
I ain't broken hearted but baby
I need some time alone with the crew to do the stupid things that we used to do
Upon this she dropped me
With a frying pan
This is love I'm not gonna leave it
My baby's got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
My baby's got sauce and of course as a matter of course she does what she
Wants to cause she's the boss
Please don't tell my friends about the situation
They think I'm on some extended vacation
I don't get out to see my boys anymore
Only time I leave the house is to go to the store for what she wants what she
Wants what she wants me for
What could she want this time
I'm all hers
She ain't even hardly mine
Believe me what she do at night I don't know
I could guess it ain't right
She got me waiting comes in late and I'm trying not to raise my voice
Negotiating it
She'll win the argument
Shouldn't even started it I'm broken hearted I can't be parted
I need a taste
So I count my loss mmmmm
My baby got sauce
Waiting form my lady got the special sauce that's why she's my baby my baby
My baby
And of course I'll do anything for her anything she wants
It's sure honey sure
Got a sharp mouth a sharp tongue gimme gimme gimme some
Don't take to that gimme gimme none
You got to work deserve it earn it to own it
Once you got never ever going to leave it alone don't take wise cracking or
Forgetting never been stood up
She does the stepping
My baby got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce
That's some funky lemonade you got going there babe
Is it special for me
Did you make it today
I'll always stop by if you like me to
I'll do anything that you could ever want for me to do
A kiss for some of this
A smile and it's done
Miss I'm your mister
My sister's your sister
My mother's your mother father's your father
It all started when I kissed her it was love at first sight
Better when it started
I ain't broken hearted but baby
I need some time alone with the crew to do the stupid things that we used to do
Upon this she dropped me
With a frying pan
This is love I'm not gonna leave it
My baby's got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
My baby's got sauce and of course as a matter of course she does what she
Wants to cause she's the boss
Please don't tell my friends about the situation
They think I'm on some extended vacation
I don't get out to see my boys anymore
Only time I leave the house is to go to the store for what she wants what she
Wants what she wants me for
What could she want this time
I'm all hers
She ain't even hardly mine
Believe me what she do at night I don't know
I could guess it ain't right
She got me waiting comes in late and I'm trying not to raise my voice
Negotiating it
She'll win the argument
Shouldn't even started it I'm broken hearted I can't be parted
I need a taste
So I count my loss mmmmm
My baby got sauce
Writer: Garrett Dutton, Jeff Clemens
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rhyme for the Summertime
August the third month
Summer with sunrays
While sunshine blazed
My eyes were kind of glazed
To put some cream in my coffee
I'm making a call
Cooling by the fence of the street
With the sex stalls
So many freaks geeks rats
Cool cats and fat girls
I'm that kid lounging in my own world
Dig daydreaming firl
I think she's a dancer
I'd like to catch the ho-show
But my visit was cancelled
I was hungry my takeout had been fixing
Ordered fried rice eggroll wonton and big chicken
Then I went to meet the mac lil'
Cool elixing drinking tipping wine from the bottle
Models fly girls with sauce
Buns who are lost
More garbage that's tossed
From the doors and windows
Roof tops and building
25 cents a show
All the freaks know
A rhyme for the summertime
Straight up
Ragmop blue
Digging the scene from
The streetside view
So when I'm cooling on the block
Looking for some action I can't rest
Till I find satisfaction
Summer with sunrays
While sunshine blazed
My eyes were kind of glazed
To put some cream in my coffee
I'm making a call
Cooling by the fence of the street
With the sex stalls
So many freaks geeks rats
Cool cats and fat girls
I'm that kid lounging in my own world
Dig daydreaming firl
I think she's a dancer
I'd like to catch the ho-show
But my visit was cancelled
I was hungry my takeout had been fixing
Ordered fried rice eggroll wonton and big chicken
Then I went to meet the mac lil'
Cool elixing drinking tipping wine from the bottle
Models fly girls with sauce
Buns who are lost
More garbage that's tossed
From the doors and windows
Roof tops and building
25 cents a show
All the freaks know
A rhyme for the summertime
Straight up
Ragmop blue
Digging the scene from
The streetside view
So when I'm cooling on the block
Looking for some action I can't rest
Till I find satisfaction
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cold Beverage
Frosty mug to washtub Robbie
Cold ones to Nancy and Winnie
Yo could I get a cold beverage
I need some leverage
It's sunny outside
Some lemonade would be nice
Or a sprite through the drive through
At b.k. yo I'll buy girl a drink
But girls got to pay
On the front porch I got
Some iced tea
If you like a taste of tea
Then come along with me
It's martini time
Yeah yeah feeling golden
Bring your own beverage
Just make sure it's cold
I like cold beverage
Give me frosty mug
Filled with a&w
If you got ice cream
Make it a double scoop
Milkshake at the fountain
Really good sounding
Chocolate egg cream
Yo, I'm champ cherry pounding
Caught a chill vibe
Orange juice in my ride
Wawa's to the right
They got a beverage inside
Dig me a hot coffee
Fill it up with ice
Watermelons like drink
Please fix me a large slice
Summertime is cool the heat is getting old
Yeah I'll get a beverage
Just make sure it's cold
I like cold beverage
When I'm fishing
Let's keep one thing clear
The baits over there
The brews right here
Two six packs and a big bag of ice
Didn't even catch a bite
But the brew tasted nice
Back to the bar
Strawberry daiquiris and a colada
I need a whole lotta them
Fruit drinks to catch me a buzz
I must tell you I'm the
Cool aid kid
Before you serve my drink
Please stick it in the fridge
I like cold beverage
Cold ones to Nancy and Winnie
Yo could I get a cold beverage
I need some leverage
It's sunny outside
Some lemonade would be nice
Or a sprite through the drive through
At b.k. yo I'll buy girl a drink
But girls got to pay
On the front porch I got
Some iced tea
If you like a taste of tea
Then come along with me
It's martini time
Yeah yeah feeling golden
Bring your own beverage
Just make sure it's cold
I like cold beverage
Give me frosty mug
Filled with a&w
If you got ice cream
Make it a double scoop
Milkshake at the fountain
Really good sounding
Chocolate egg cream
Yo, I'm champ cherry pounding
Caught a chill vibe
Orange juice in my ride
Wawa's to the right
They got a beverage inside
Dig me a hot coffee
Fill it up with ice
Watermelons like drink
Please fix me a large slice
Summertime is cool the heat is getting old
Yeah I'll get a beverage
Just make sure it's cold
I like cold beverage
When I'm fishing
Let's keep one thing clear
The baits over there
The brews right here
Two six packs and a big bag of ice
Didn't even catch a bite
But the brew tasted nice
Back to the bar
Strawberry daiquiris and a colada
I need a whole lotta them
Fruit drinks to catch me a buzz
I must tell you I'm the
Cool aid kid
Before you serve my drink
Please stick it in the fridge
I like cold beverage
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fatman
Yo fatman
You got some business in the front room
Dude wants to buy a ride
Is that right?
Tell him I said I'm eating a sandwich
What's it gonna be
Me or my ham and swiss
Your gonna miss the sale fatman
Your gonna miss your sale you fat whale
I bet your face has pocks
Like chicken croquettes
Your knees are gonna knock
To stand on them pork chops
Stop eating for a second cause I got the money
Stop eating for a second cause I got the money
Want to buy fan van
From a fat fat man
He said see the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
Mean mean old man
Mean mean old mind
Fatman I'm customer
Come on and play nice
Gots to make an offer now
Or you're gonna pay the price
Bet your day would be great
If I brought you some
Steak and potatoes
Your jowells are like
Rotten red tomatoes
Sold me the car you could at least make some dough
You're dough boy you're rude
I don't like that attitude
Treat me like that
I'll have to bust a hit
In graffitit on your wall
Should've taken my call
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
Mean mean old man
Mean mean old mind
Fat Man
Fat Man
Fat Man
Gaal
You got some business in the front room
Dude wants to buy a ride
Is that right?
Tell him I said I'm eating a sandwich
What's it gonna be
Me or my ham and swiss
Your gonna miss the sale fatman
Your gonna miss your sale you fat whale
I bet your face has pocks
Like chicken croquettes
Your knees are gonna knock
To stand on them pork chops
Stop eating for a second cause I got the money
Stop eating for a second cause I got the money
Want to buy fan van
From a fat fat man
He said see the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
Mean mean old man
Mean mean old mind
Fatman I'm customer
Come on and play nice
Gots to make an offer now
Or you're gonna pay the price
Bet your day would be great
If I brought you some
Steak and potatoes
Your jowells are like
Rotten red tomatoes
Sold me the car you could at least make some dough
You're dough boy you're rude
I don't like that attitude
Treat me like that
I'll have to bust a hit
In graffitit on your wall
Should've taken my call
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
See the tears in my eyes
Mean mean old man
Mean mean old mind
Fat Man
Fat Man
Fat Man
Gaal
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
This Ain't Living
This town's so hype it's got soul
As a Philly cat
I'm with the roll
And the swing of my things
How they work like clockwork
Tick tock tick tock
Times aways lurking in your head
Got to go to work and get fed
That man didn't eat but he goes to sleep
Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise
But because it's too damn cold outside
Underneath the bridge they pump the city's bilge
Into the alley they sweet the city's filth
The flowers wilt the flowers wilt
Don't tell me about no game
Cause that is a man
And his family
Revolution family
Look at the family
Dig the family
They're living the wrong way
Can't get nothing
Don't get nothing all they wanted was
Something like a job, mercy mercy
But its robbed, mercy mercy
And there's so many street side
Beggars and disabled veterans
Glass-eyed and peddling
Drunk and just meddling
So you conclude it's their fault
They like the street they must like the asphalt
But that is man woman and children
The system has stalled shelter's home
That's not what I call it
I call it bad health
Some say help themselves
Yo if you you gots it
Everyone hundred people a dollar in change
Everyone hundred people a dollar in change
This ain't living
This ain't living
Oh no
You know it's rough, had enough fo holding a
Cup full of spare change
The doctor diagnosed me as a
Dome full of bad brains
So, toe to toe with employers
Cause they're telling me no
Hooked on prescription drugs
So I stay broke, I'd run away
But you can't run away from
Yourself or your health so
I deal with the cards that I'm dealt
Tweet-a-leet-leet
This morning bird sounding sweet
Though I sleep on the streets
I have a feeling I'm free
From society's hand picked hypocrisy
Mercy mercy don't give a damn for me
Mercy mercy now what am I going to eat
Peek through the windows of the restaurant
People eating caviar fifth bucks on lunch
A hand-me-down meal
Full of God knows what
Put it away in my gut
Quick and then I wonder
Why I'm sick, brick for brick
I know the city like my hand print
Just a pit in the gutter
Of a skid-row ditch
But I'll survive the pain
Let me know I'm alive
But I still feel that
This ain't living
Check my beat dig they rhythm
Me belly full but me hungry so I fill it
Once I start gaining taxes start taking
Cause the governments perfected funk faking
Breaking me down striking me down
What goes around comes around but
I keep rising seeing through the lies and
The surprise comes when I see myself
The music I felt
I'm on
This ain't living
This ain't living
Oh no
As a Philly cat
I'm with the roll
And the swing of my things
How they work like clockwork
Tick tock tick tock
Times aways lurking in your head
Got to go to work and get fed
That man didn't eat but he goes to sleep
Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise
But because it's too damn cold outside
Underneath the bridge they pump the city's bilge
Into the alley they sweet the city's filth
The flowers wilt the flowers wilt
Don't tell me about no game
Cause that is a man
And his family
Revolution family
Look at the family
Dig the family
They're living the wrong way
Can't get nothing
Don't get nothing all they wanted was
Something like a job, mercy mercy
But its robbed, mercy mercy
And there's so many street side
Beggars and disabled veterans
Glass-eyed and peddling
Drunk and just meddling
So you conclude it's their fault
They like the street they must like the asphalt
But that is man woman and children
The system has stalled shelter's home
That's not what I call it
I call it bad health
Some say help themselves
Yo if you you gots it
Everyone hundred people a dollar in change
Everyone hundred people a dollar in change
This ain't living
This ain't living
Oh no
You know it's rough, had enough fo holding a
Cup full of spare change
The doctor diagnosed me as a
Dome full of bad brains
So, toe to toe with employers
Cause they're telling me no
Hooked on prescription drugs
So I stay broke, I'd run away
But you can't run away from
Yourself or your health so
I deal with the cards that I'm dealt
Tweet-a-leet-leet
This morning bird sounding sweet
Though I sleep on the streets
I have a feeling I'm free
From society's hand picked hypocrisy
Mercy mercy don't give a damn for me
Mercy mercy now what am I going to eat
Peek through the windows of the restaurant
People eating caviar fifth bucks on lunch
A hand-me-down meal
Full of God knows what
Put it away in my gut
Quick and then I wonder
Why I'm sick, brick for brick
I know the city like my hand print
Just a pit in the gutter
Of a skid-row ditch
But I'll survive the pain
Let me know I'm alive
But I still feel that
This ain't living
Check my beat dig they rhythm
Me belly full but me hungry so I fill it
Once I start gaining taxes start taking
Cause the governments perfected funk faking
Breaking me down striking me down
What goes around comes around but
I keep rising seeing through the lies and
The surprise comes when I see myself
The music I felt
I'm on
This ain't living
This ain't living
Oh no
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON, ALLEN JASPER THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Walk to Slide
Spring has sprung cause all it does is rain
Again outisde is dull walls as dull drive
The sea has called fog from the waters
City screams for suns and daughters
Owned by the nights
But they ain't all of that
Tainted cats freaks to roll
Cool in the packs
I'm in the basement mixing
Tripping off my lips and
Elixing my mind with the nightlife
Spring comes misting
Drunk and listening to AM radio
Remembering pump up the volume cause
I know I got it
The soul of speakers thought
I shed skins of old
When I'm taught by the older
Records that I caught I get fat
In my pad I'm not bad
Not smiling passing for time to take a while
Wasting from the wild as I walk to slide
I bring from inside from the center
Epicenter radius oval roll you smooth you
Mold you, I'm like that
Moon to sun to start this seed
Water drip drop drip drop
Your boggie ball your rubber ball
The smooth of a weathered wall
The cycles of the systems
The circles within them
I walk to slide
Walk the slide on the outside
Walk the mile on the in
Keep it clouds on the outside
Keep it cool on the in
Lost in the spin
The face folds to melt the mask
It's hard to get help when
You're coming from the down low
Growing to know the smooth
In change
I walk to slide
From the tombs I got tunes
Like the spoonful
House to groove French to groove
The falling sun
We've had our fun
The sunset came to still
Stays the same
Again outisde is dull walls as dull drive
The sea has called fog from the waters
City screams for suns and daughters
Owned by the nights
But they ain't all of that
Tainted cats freaks to roll
Cool in the packs
I'm in the basement mixing
Tripping off my lips and
Elixing my mind with the nightlife
Spring comes misting
Drunk and listening to AM radio
Remembering pump up the volume cause
I know I got it
The soul of speakers thought
I shed skins of old
When I'm taught by the older
Records that I caught I get fat
In my pad I'm not bad
Not smiling passing for time to take a while
Wasting from the wild as I walk to slide
I bring from inside from the center
Epicenter radius oval roll you smooth you
Mold you, I'm like that
Moon to sun to start this seed
Water drip drop drip drop
Your boggie ball your rubber ball
The smooth of a weathered wall
The cycles of the systems
The circles within them
I walk to slide
Walk the slide on the outside
Walk the mile on the in
Keep it clouds on the outside
Keep it cool on the in
Lost in the spin
The face folds to melt the mask
It's hard to get help when
You're coming from the down low
Growing to know the smooth
In change
I walk to slide
From the tombs I got tunes
Like the spoonful
House to groove French to groove
The falling sun
We've had our fun
The sunset came to still
Stays the same
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Some Peoples Like That
So many different
Flavors for variety
Smooth in the mixing
Fixing a hole for myself
To be sitting
Never slipping
Cause I'm like that
It's not my choice
It's my voice so despite that
I'm living in my own time
For my sign
My signal
Won't mingle
I could still dig other keys
On the ring
All together now
Some people
Never satisfied
Can't be I've seen it
Got what they want
But still want more
I mean it
Some people
Don't get nothing
And they want even less
Some confess and some stress
What's going on
Some people is like that
Dig the eyes
Where it all goes down
The eyes because a glance caught skittish
That means we missed this
Chance to dig each other
Another bounce and then another
Another
Some people get scared
From situation that presents a tension
Then they wonder about events
Not mentioned
Some people like to look just like each other
Some can't never be clever
And some people think they're better
Some people got attitude
Backed up with attitude
People got to prove
That they could groove
To be smooth
Rude shit is dumb
Some people
Quite chill laid
Some people make noise
Some sit spart stick
With my boys
Shut up man just listen to the music
I used it I'm like that
Some people is like that
Flavors for variety
Smooth in the mixing
Fixing a hole for myself
To be sitting
Never slipping
Cause I'm like that
It's not my choice
It's my voice so despite that
I'm living in my own time
For my sign
My signal
Won't mingle
I could still dig other keys
On the ring
All together now
Some people
Never satisfied
Can't be I've seen it
Got what they want
But still want more
I mean it
Some people
Don't get nothing
And they want even less
Some confess and some stress
What's going on
Some people is like that
Dig the eyes
Where it all goes down
The eyes because a glance caught skittish
That means we missed this
Chance to dig each other
Another bounce and then another
Another
Some people get scared
From situation that presents a tension
Then they wonder about events
Not mentioned
Some people like to look just like each other
Some can't never be clever
And some people think they're better
Some people got attitude
Backed up with attitude
People got to prove
That they could groove
To be smooth
Rude shit is dumb
Some people
Quite chill laid
Some people make noise
Some sit spart stick
With my boys
Shut up man just listen to the music
I used it I'm like that
Some people is like that
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Town to Town
I may had forgot that
But it seems I'm here to stay new
Town to town
Room to room
Room to move
Time to lose in my room
Or call to telephone my baby's house
She ain't never home
Ain't there ain't nowhere
She lets it ring
I keep thinking to home
Sick
Of thinking for home
I keep talking
Just for talking
Tired
Of talking it's the
Moon
Walking even he gets some ....
But it seems I'm here to stay new
Town to town
Room to room
Room to move
Time to lose in my room
Or call to telephone my baby's house
She ain't never home
Ain't there ain't nowhere
She lets it ring
I keep thinking to home
Sick
Of thinking for home
I keep talking
Just for talking
Tired
Of talking it's the
Moon
Walking even he gets some ....
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Love You
I guess I'm lucky
It's in my blood I've got you and us two
That's what I'm thinking of
So you're moving into my place
That's a 24 hour taste
That's no can that's a case
This feeling I sure can't sense
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
So we seem a little young we have fun
We're friends we've lovers
Who cares about those others
Already got fathers and mothers
Two can be a crew got plenty to do something to see
Look in my eyes baby
Believe me
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
Your pops don't like me
Your moms sure does
She's seen the looks I give you
Seen them enough
To know this ain't no phase
Or some part time craze
It's a love affair that lasts during the week days
I believe in lucky and money
I've got ten bucks and a honey
I know I'm lucky
Just look at you and me
Move on in move on in
That ain't no sin
It ain't gonna be a sin
When we turn the lights to dim
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
It's in my blood I've got you and us two
That's what I'm thinking of
So you're moving into my place
That's a 24 hour taste
That's no can that's a case
This feeling I sure can't sense
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
So we seem a little young we have fun
We're friends we've lovers
Who cares about those others
Already got fathers and mothers
Two can be a crew got plenty to do something to see
Look in my eyes baby
Believe me
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
Your pops don't like me
Your moms sure does
She's seen the looks I give you
Seen them enough
To know this ain't no phase
Or some part time craze
It's a love affair that lasts during the week days
I believe in lucky and money
I've got ten bucks and a honey
I know I'm lucky
Just look at you and me
Move on in move on in
That ain't no sin
It ain't gonna be a sin
When we turn the lights to dim
I know it sounds old
But I love you I love you
I love you
Writer: GARRETT DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
G. Love and Special Sauce is the debut album by the American band G. Love & Special Sauce, released in 1994. The album was certified Gold after selling 500,000 copies.
It contains the song "Cold Beverage", which became a college-radio staple, as well as "Baby's Got Sauce", which Seattle's KEXP-FM 90.3 called the song of the year.
Performed By:
G. Love & Special SauceIt contains the song "Cold Beverage", which became a college-radio staple, as well as "Baby's Got Sauce", which Seattle's KEXP-FM 90.3 called the song of the year.
Genre(s): Rap, blues
Producer(s): Stiff Johnson, Special Sauce
Length: 58:29
Year: 1994