) Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass Musicians: Huey - piano, Lee Allen - sax Earl King
Little Willie John (Little Willie John, Titus Turner, James McDougal) King Single #5219 Pop Chart #60 Aug 3, 1959 R&B Chart #13 Reissued as King #5452
a fucking break? i want to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in kings
worried about her man I heard the story as it was passed down About guts and glory and rebel stands Four generations, a whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee, Martin Luther King
Weston/Lee/Weston In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare. Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until
In a land called Honah Lee. Oh! Puff, the magic dragon Lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee. Together they would
serenely beaming With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming Here come the wise men from Orient land The King of Kings
m in between You squelch and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig My lee, my con, crown me Kong King Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican
woman It?s the touch of her hand One smile one tear one whisper in your ear That?s the power of a woman The power of a woman She can make you feel like a king
say you take your chances Or else you break your branches As you climb to that top shelf Tuna melt buckle up your seat belt Rickie Lee Jones and everything
say you take your chances Or else you break your branches as you climb to that top shelf, tuna melt buckle up your seat belt Rickie Lee Jones and everything
to thank) My peoples King Emms and Mike Nadone (While I'm here, I'd like to thank) Killa Rhyme Klik, the kings of the microphone (While I'm here, I'd like to thank) My man DJ Lee
me Yeah, these niggaz mad 'cuz I came up over night B Yeah, I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yeah,
Ladies and gentleman That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes The rhymes ain't no thicker than a
the telephone wires Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam They don't even come on You're far from home so leave it alone You creepin' with the king
, bring it, push it systematic Damn right, I kissed my Daddy I think they pissed at how rich my Daddy is And I'm his kid, I stunt with my Daddy Call Ms Lee
it, bring it, push it systematic Damn right, I kissed my daddy I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is And I'm his kid, I stunt with my daddy Call Mrs. Lee
a broom. I think I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high on my own supply, Yellin' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by, See I used to be the wife of a king, Back