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G. Love And Special Sauce
G. Love And Special Sauce


Background information
Origin Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Hip-Hop
Blues
R&B
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) Brushfire Records
Members
Garrett Dutton
Jeffrey Clemens
Mark Boyce
Timo Shanko
Former members
Jimi Prescott



G. Love And Special Sauce Album


A Year and a Night with G. Love and Special Sauce (07/31/2007)
07/31/2007
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76
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Steppin' Stones
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Cold Beverages
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76

[No lyrics]

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Swing like a pendulum
Rules you know I'm bending 'em
All the cool kids on the back of the bus
High like Mt. Everest looking for some leverage
Floating like some vapors coolin’ like a beverage
I cherish the moment when I get the lucky chance
To sing my song and let the funky people dance

make it last. Sonic blasts move past fast fly
Outta speaker's sneakers stomp to the rhythm that will romp

Let the wild rumpus start cause it
just can't stop
And all the cool kids in the back of the bus
Cop a feel
Steal a kiss miss
I hope ya won't regret it
And all of the kids in the back I hope you get it

All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba
I hope we don't get caught sha la la la la la la la la

All of the kids in the back quit buggin’
Get your hands in the vehicle before you lose something
Keep bouncin’ to the beat of wheels that are bumpin’
Get your ass out of bed
Cause you know the bus is coming
If you miss the damn bus well you better start running
Brown bag full of grub
yo you gotta eat something
Keep rockin’ to the rhythm of the windshield wipers
Staying up late night all nighters
Keepin’ busy too much work is making you dizzy
All the cool kids in the back are you with me?

All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
breakin’ the rules I hope we don't get caught Sha la la la la la la la la

Road trip runnin’ with the music up loud
take a trip from the north to the dirty south
Wherever it leads ya overheated on the side of the road
Sweating that ass 25 cent cologne
Sticking to the seats like a lil piece of gum
and all of the kids in the back want to come
in the back of the bus its a make out session
she's got the salad an I've got the dressing

All the cool kids in the back of the bus
Rubba dubba scrubba bubba whatchu talkin' bout gus
breakin’ the rules I hope we don't get caught Sha la la la la la la la la

gotta get home and study for my final
write your name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
sitting on the stool by the principles office
getting’ chewed out cut down cut up cut out run out
punished with demerits and detention
"oh its you again" please don't put me back in summer school
I'm just a kid
one of many
trying to have a little fun bendin'
a couple of the rules on the back of the bus
the back of the bus


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Let the music play (play) ...
The sun is up you know its hot
No sense in worrying about what you ain't got
Talk is talk action is action
Just trying to find my soul some satisfaction
Gotta take it easy so easy

Tired of all this runnin' and bringin' runnin' 'round
Time to jump on thee outside I'll hit the under ground
Better take a little second and check on that
'Cause if not then you'll be burnin' out

We oughta take it easy...

Something's gotta give...

Let the music play (play)

Bring on your music
Bring on your song
Let the music play all night

Turn on your music
Turn down the lights
Let the music jam all night
Let it treat you right, rock you right, do you right
Get it right now
On and on...

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Well it's a hustle, it's a hustle every day of life,
And it's enough to keep your head above the water, see.
It seems the older I get the more freedom I have,
But everything is complicated to me.

Responsibility's parkin?,
Take the stress, oh my god, get off my back before I snap and break.
Know I gots to elevate. Rob my fate.
Take it to the highest from the ?ramen noon?,
The city streets, the rhythms from my freaky sneaks, sneaky freaks,

Stoppin by madonna
To recharge my cells.
Get with the bros and have a couple laughs.
Take a long drive, cause I'm still alive,
And if the pressure didn't get me then, won't get me now.
Stay high as the sky and bust the fuck out.

‘cause playin' is a hustle,
Runnin' is a hustle.
Everything's a hustle but love.
Livin' is a hustle when you're workin' every muscle,
and you're just tryin to keep you head up.
Keep your head up, ohh.

Hah.
Dig.
The music is the thing that always made me high.
And it's the warmth that left the light that never told no lies,
And it's the feeling in my heart
And the tear in my eye
And the chill in my spine
And the freedom on my mind.
And it's the moment that I get you know you'll get me back.
And if ya ever bought for something then I'll pay ya back.
But if I ever did you wrong, then forgive me,
But please don't put no evil on me
Cause I'm just anther brother from a father and mother
Trying to make my way in the world, ya see.

Livin' is a hustle, playin' is a hustle.
Everything's a hustle but love.
Livin' is a hustle when you're workin' every muscle, and you're just tryin' to keep your head up.
Keep your head up, ohh.

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Don’t you let the heat out of the oven lord
It takes awhile to build a fire
Don’t let ‘em cool you down
Don’t let ‘em cool you down
Cause it’s some hot cookin’ that’s goin’ on tonight
And the temperature is risin’ just right
All I got to do is keep this fire burnin’ bright
And I think I might
Cause if you put the fuel into the fire
And you start a chain reaction
Which is burning me
Tossin’ turning me through the night
The temperature is risin’ fine
It’s this feeling strong I cant mask
Its time for you to melt into desire

Cause it’s some hot cookin’ that’s goin’ on tonight
And the temperature is risin’ just right
All I got to do is keep this fire burnin’ bright
And I think I might
My momma always said don’t play with fire
But I’m about to strike this match
And put paper on the fire
So you better run and call someone to come
My fever’s pitchin’ and I’m not so sure
Just what I’m talkin’ bout
I put my foot into my mouth
I don’t know what I’m sayin’
But now is not the time for words
Forget all those things you heard
Its time for you to melt into the fire
Cause it’s some hot cookin’ that’s goin’ on tonight
And the temperature is risin’ just right
All I got to do is keep this fire burnin’ bright
And I think I might
Yes I think I might
Yes I think I might
Oooooooooh - I think I might


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Steppin' Stones

[No lyrics]

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She was just 19 years old
When she left her home
The morning desert sun was at her back
She knew right then
there would be no turning back
Leaving home was the best thought that she had
But now in a parking lot in Washington
She asked herself what have i done
Earth Mother Bear and Eagle was on the run
Two more nights till Colorado
And the scene was done
And if flyign back home
Was as easy as the run
She realized then there'd be no turning back
Where will you take me?
What will we do?
Where will you take me?
What will we do?
Then a man drove off in a bright white Cadillac
She got in that ride and she never came back
She knows what she needs
She said it feels so good to me
She knows what she needs
She said it feels so good to me
Ain't no turning back


G Love and Special Sauce & BRODEEVA


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Cooling out cooling out
Waiting for my lady got the special sauce thats why she's my baby my baby
My Baby
And ofcourse I'll do anything for her amything 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
My baby got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She ain't dis' sweet

Well that's some funky lemonade you got going baby
Did you make it today?
Cause 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, i missed her,
dig 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 slapped me
With a frying pan
Dig this is love i'm not gonna leave it

My baby got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
she got sauce
your baby ain't sweet like mine
my baby got sauce....

My baby's got sauce and ofcourse 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
Cause like they think I'm on some extended vacation
Cause I don't get out to see my boys anymore
Yeah the only time i go out 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 waitin 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...



G Love and Special Sauce


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Gimme some lovin' early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light

Gimme some lovin' early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light

Some people like it in the afternoon
But I don't think that I can wait that soon
Give me some love in the mornin light
Some people like it late at night
I could wait that long but I don't think I might
Give me some lovin in the mornin light
I'm gonna love you soft and love you sweet
I can feel your heart beat
I need your attention to get me started right
I'm gonna wake you up with a kiss on the cheek
Come a little closer open up to me
Good morning baby Good mornin baby
Open your eyes just a little bit
Good morning sunshine I can't resist
Dreaming about you baby all through the night


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Cold Beverages

[No lyrics]

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