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NAT KING COLE LYRICS


Nature Boy

:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
the cold,
I got a hundred one fever momma,
Should not be acting so old,
She acted so old now yeah,

Woo, break it down now,
Nat King Cole, Nat King
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets

Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets

Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
She slid on her dress under that melancholy moon
Somethin' to impress him hopin' he would be there soon
She gonna run away
He got a Chevrolet
She
[Chorus]

[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 23 in 1955
-words and music by hal hester and barry parker


If I find peace of mind in the sand
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore

Cole Younger was your first and the father
falsetto)
Brad cole (piano)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)

Be in my video,
Darling, every night
I will rent a cage for you
And mi-j
(feat. Keyshia Cole)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Keyshia Cole)]
Damn, this is for all my women that's been going through the struggle
On welfare,
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
gotta catch Dr. J's
Blowing my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
tree in our living room
Fills the room with pine perfume
And colored lights dancing on the walls
While Nat King Cole sings "Deck The Halls"

Don't
J's so fly I should work at Flight Club

Put on my J's and dance the whole night away
I’m naughty by nature like I’m hip-hop hooray
My hands in the sky,
maybe im lost
You'll never know being cautions if you playa cardz right.

[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
I want to be the one who
Who you can depend on,
Who
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville,
song come on, he ask
"mama, did you fuck J. Cole?"
Whoa

Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
I take you to the promise
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh
Fre'