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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
second old cures,
That we said, hubba hubba,
Just like that funny little lady momma,
Tidy and clean, just like butter,
Yeah

Oh everybody no no no
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets

Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
[Chorus]

[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets

Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
a trailer home
On west Broward past A1A
And to beat the north wind

We took a spin
To that tin can by the sea
But she was just passing time
Well I
wanted Nat King Cole
He got a jelly roll
Whole lotta heart and soul
Saphron(?) and a river rat are rappin' at her door
Take her to a picture show she
You alone, you are my one and only chicken, steady.
And if you leave I will alone and lonely sicken, ready.
You and I, we're a team and that's a fact.
Cole World
Oh yeah

This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in
cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays

Flavor-flav
flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
rodney king
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like j. cole and shoot at cops
In the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying,
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
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
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
her home

[Keyshia Cole w/ Ghost ad-libs]
Stay stroooooooooong
Oh, hey, said we're gonna stay strong
No matter what
Yeah.. we're still here to see,
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
the way
Oh! what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing
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
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler


Answer me, oh, my love
Just
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler


Answer me, oh, my love
Just
yeah we know Mr. Coles
Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watching you, crazily
The whole Staten Island shitting on you
Wisdom Bird's