G. Love & Special Sauce is an alternative blues band from Philadelphia, Pen… Read Full Bio ↴G. Love & Special Sauce is an alternative blues band from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Formed in 1992, the group (Garrett Dutton, better known as G. Love, Jeffrey Clemens on drums, Mark Boyce on keyboards, and Timo Shanko on bass) are known for their unique "laid back" blues sound.
The group released their self-titled first album in 1994 on Okeh/Epic, a subsidiary of Sony Music. On the strength of the single "Cold Beverage", in part due to MTV rotation, the album nearly went gold. After which, trying to capitalize on the success of the album, the group toured heavily, eventually landing a spot on the H.O.R.D.E. tour.
In 1995 they released their follow up album Coast to Coast Motel. Though it did not sell as well as the first album, it is generally considered among critics as the stronger of the two albums.
On tour following the release of the second album the group nearly broke up, due to bickering about finances. Deciding on a hiatus the three members went their separate ways, working on various side projects.
By October 1997 the group had reconciled their differences and released their third album, Yeah, It's That Easy, which along with their own work, showcased their collaboration with several other bands and musicians, including All Fellas Band, Philly Cartel, King's Court, and Dr. John. This soul-influenced album was more similar to their debut album than their previous release.
Soon after G. Love & Special Sauce set out on another world tour, returning to Philadelphia in 1999 for the release of their fourth album, Philadelphonic. Philadelphonic was followed up with Electric Mile in 2001, an album that shows the wide-ranging influences of the group, incorporating hip-hop, funk, psychedlia, blues, and soul in equal and ambitious measure. Ever the road band, the release of "Electric Mile" was followed by extensive touring.
By 2004 and The Hustle, G. Love (with the help of his bandmates and others) went solo and had eased up a little on the kitchen sink approach, offering instead a cohesive, dry groove reminiscent of his earliest efforts. Hustle was also the first G. Love release under Jack Johnson's Brushfire Records banner; the two had been pals at least since Philadelphonic, which Johnson had been a guest on.
Special Sauce did a series of shows in 2004 with Jack Johnson and fellow Brushfire artist Donavon Frankenreiter, and the trio also found time to issue a brief live EP, titled Some Live Songs.
In the summer 2005, the band was featured (along with the less well known Philly local Chuck Treece of 80's skate-rock band McRad) in an advertisement for the launch of Coca-Cola Zero, featuring the groups own unique version of the noted Coca-Cola advertising song I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing.
G. Love's 2nd electrical solo release Lemonade also included Special Sauce on some tracks. Jack Johnson, Tristan Prettyman, Ben Harper, Jasper, and Blackalicious also contrbuted.
G. Love still continues to tour with the Special Sauce in the meantime.
The group released their self-titled first album in 1994 on Okeh/Epic, a subsidiary of Sony Music. On the strength of the single "Cold Beverage", in part due to MTV rotation, the album nearly went gold. After which, trying to capitalize on the success of the album, the group toured heavily, eventually landing a spot on the H.O.R.D.E. tour.
In 1995 they released their follow up album Coast to Coast Motel. Though it did not sell as well as the first album, it is generally considered among critics as the stronger of the two albums.
On tour following the release of the second album the group nearly broke up, due to bickering about finances. Deciding on a hiatus the three members went their separate ways, working on various side projects.
By October 1997 the group had reconciled their differences and released their third album, Yeah, It's That Easy, which along with their own work, showcased their collaboration with several other bands and musicians, including All Fellas Band, Philly Cartel, King's Court, and Dr. John. This soul-influenced album was more similar to their debut album than their previous release.
Soon after G. Love & Special Sauce set out on another world tour, returning to Philadelphia in 1999 for the release of their fourth album, Philadelphonic. Philadelphonic was followed up with Electric Mile in 2001, an album that shows the wide-ranging influences of the group, incorporating hip-hop, funk, psychedlia, blues, and soul in equal and ambitious measure. Ever the road band, the release of "Electric Mile" was followed by extensive touring.
By 2004 and The Hustle, G. Love (with the help of his bandmates and others) went solo and had eased up a little on the kitchen sink approach, offering instead a cohesive, dry groove reminiscent of his earliest efforts. Hustle was also the first G. Love release under Jack Johnson's Brushfire Records banner; the two had been pals at least since Philadelphonic, which Johnson had been a guest on.
Special Sauce did a series of shows in 2004 with Jack Johnson and fellow Brushfire artist Donavon Frankenreiter, and the trio also found time to issue a brief live EP, titled Some Live Songs.
In the summer 2005, the band was featured (along with the less well known Philly local Chuck Treece of 80's skate-rock band McRad) in an advertisement for the launch of Coca-Cola Zero, featuring the groups own unique version of the noted Coca-Cola advertising song I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing.
G. Love's 2nd electrical solo release Lemonade also included Special Sauce on some tracks. Jack Johnson, Tristan Prettyman, Ben Harper, Jasper, and Blackalicious also contrbuted.
G. Love still continues to tour with the Special Sauce in the meantime.
Around The World
G. Love & Special Sauce Lyrics
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Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded
I don't know why they hate us (yeah)
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Baby, baby
I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Nah, Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, come here, baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy
Never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there, girlfriend, I'm ticklish
And I be switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (uh, that's right)
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Yeah uh, uh)
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when my throat dry even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car"
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll (come on)
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (we been playa hated)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why, why they want us faded?)
I don't know why they hate us (why they hate us?)
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies? Say what? Yeah)
Baby, baby
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (you know, sometimes I gotta ask myself)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why is there so much jealousy in the world?)
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Don't look at mine, get yours)
Baby, baby
Okay, after these messages we'll be back with
The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
Okay, just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this, take a sip of water
Deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (you got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (did you get the check though?)
And he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly (yeah, yeah) he's even madder (you goddamn right)
Um, Mr. Producer (yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm sayin'? I-I, I be, I be, I been
I been, I been here for the culture, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin' all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'?
And then come to find out, you know what I'm sayin'?
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin' to rap now
Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad (please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
That's the shit that got me mad
That's the shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (It's a family oriented show)
You know what I'm sayin'?? That's the shit that feds me up (gentlemen, please)
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm sayin'?
They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit
Like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm, I'm, I'm watchin' this nigga video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
The car goin' two hundred miles an hour
Where the fuck is he goin'? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The nigga climbin' out the fuckin' car
Let me see you try that shit on a train (one more time)
You know what I'm sayin'? Try that shit on a fuckin' train
What kind of shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you
Son, my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got plans to get my Lamb and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded
I don't know why they hate us (yeah)
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Baby, baby
I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Nah, Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, come here, baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy
Never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there, girlfriend, I'm ticklish
And I be switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (uh, that's right)
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Yeah uh, uh)
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when my throat dry even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car"
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll (come on)
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (we been playa hated)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why, why they want us faded?)
I don't know why they hate us (why they hate us?)
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies? Say what? Yeah)
Baby, baby
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (you know, sometimes I gotta ask myself)
I don't know and I don't know why, why they want us faded (why is there so much jealousy in the world?)
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies or our drop Mercedes? (Don't look at mine, get yours)
Baby, baby
Okay, after these messages we'll be back with
The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
Okay, just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this, take a sip of water
Deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (you got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (did you get the check though?)
And he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly (yeah, yeah) he's even madder (you goddamn right)
Um, Mr. Producer (yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm sayin'? I-I, I be, I be, I been
I been, I been here for the culture, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin' all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'?
And then come to find out, you know what I'm sayin'?
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin' to rap now
Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad (please, Mr. Rapper, once again)
That's the shit that got me mad
That's the shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (It's a family oriented show)
You know what I'm sayin'?? That's the shit that feds me up (gentlemen, please)
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm sayin'?
They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit
Like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm, I'm, I'm watchin' this nigga video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
The car goin' two hundred miles an hour
Where the fuck is he goin'? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The nigga climbin' out the fuckin' car
Let me see you try that shit on a train (one more time)
You know what I'm sayin'? Try that shit on a fuckin' train
What kind of shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you
Son, my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit
The song "Around The World" by G. Love & Special Sauce talks about the musician's success and experiences as he travels around the world. In the lyrics, he reflects on his achievements and the people who don't support him. The song also talks about the enjoyment of women, money, and fame that comes with success. The lyrics may seem braggadocious, but they also reflect on his journey from humble beginnings in a one-bedroom apartment to now living in beach houses. He reminisces on meeting women who are "tens," and the fun times that come with wealth.
The song is a celebration of success and what comes with it. The lyrics are honest and unapologetic, reflecting on the hard work and dedication it takes to achieve success. The idea behind the song is to encourage others to strive for greatness, no matter where they come from. It's important to understand that success is not just about money or fame, but about working hard and achieving your goals.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Roy Ayers, Peter Brown, David Bowie, Andrew Morris, Ian Owen Devaney, Lisa Stanfield, Christopher Wallace, Mason Betha, Ron Lawrence, Deric Angelettie, Sean Combs
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