need for a vest that I suffocate the flash [? ] anticipatin' death Let the riffle sing cause I have a dream My carrer just got king in a tuff full of
need to bite when you have to Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theatre put your head upon a
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are
I didn't meet you in the jungle Swinging from a tree I sat down at the piano You were playing with me I couldn't believe all the things you could do The
in the presence of God He will give us power over mend our sins we'll shout and enter in You'll hear the victory ring we'll find a Saviour King so get
) Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass Musicians: Huey - piano, Lee Allen - sax Earl King
(Davenport, Cooley) King single #4935 Pop Chart #24 July 7, 1956, R&B Chart #1 With Jon Thomas-piano, Bill Jennings-guitar, Edwyn Conley-bass Edison
hop A-clap your hands an' do the new style bop A-let's mambo to the bongo drums A-do the cha-cha it's a lot of fun A-listen to me like you know you should
a top MC When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol Now you got played, like a fuckin' piano This is just a sample of three black Nigroes Who
. Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold - With the ways of a gentleman I've been told A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain
some things that you oughta hear You wanna man and you sure should know There's some little things that ever girl should know If you wan't a man take
That Charlie Sedarka was a playing the piano Like he was pawing a dirty book He bit a hole in his big bottom lip And gave his very best little boy look
armed and ready, palms are sweaty Kinda like 'em 'cept I got a sharp machete And I?m quick to toss wack rappers of a levy Words is heavy, kinda like a
'm gatherin' schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend Take food from a table and get drunk to your death Now, feel it in your heart from the love
there ever be a place for broken hearts to weep And should there be a kingdom for those who break the rules They'll crown her queen unfaithful and me the king
it spend it like a fool till its done Got a hundred different hustles all I do is choose one I was born wit it. Verse 1 [Playalitical] Moma gave birth to a thug A
in the face by the bass of Cool J I'm [Incomprehensible] Wow [Incomprehensible] What? [Incomprehensible] Who? Jack the Ripper So dance around I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker A killing machine, a
got no dough Everybody's a wondering bout Mexican Joe In old Mexico they call him the Rhumba King Leads all the women around on a string When they go out they get a