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Albums:

Step Up to the Microphone (Newsboys) · Microphone Fiends (Hutchinson, Hutch) · At the Microphone (The Andrews Sisters) · Step Up to the Microphone/Love Liberty Disco (Newsboys) · Microphone Music (Raymond Scott) · Microphone Champion (Boy Better Know) · Microphone Champion (Skepta) · The Baby Huey Story: The Living Legend (Baby Huey) · This Is Huey Piano Smith (Huey "Piano" Smith) · The Baby Huey Story [Bonus Tracks] (Baby Huey) – and 9 other albums »


woogie's got me like a knife in a back
I said be my guest you got nothing to loose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I said
Huey Huey babe, Huey
This is how you flip the microphone
How you flip the microphone
This is how you flip the mic

This is how you flip the microphone
And I want
This is how you flip the microphone
How you flip the microphone
This is how you flip the mic

This is how you flip the microphone
And I want
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
allows me to shine
Bright, with the light
This microphone is my weapon
This microphone is my confidant
This microphone is my magical wand
To make all
cause I need some love in my life

[Huey]
Mommy I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty-fifty love in ya life
By the way I'm
Lola
I, said, yo Lola, swolla
Suave bola, Ayatollah
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola
My Rolex watch is ran by solar
Get down, peep my mic technique
Let's
You stand so high... 
I can see you from miles and miles away 
My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say 
And I know (I know)
you know we got to eat and you know that's the truth
Now no matter my hustle, I'm coming home to you
Shorty I'm coming home to you

[Huey]
Yeah I'm
just slips away
I say my taste just slips away

(All for you)
And when I'm all alone
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
It's all
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.

Entertaining angels
niggas out here

None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it?
horrified 
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside", 
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done 
Make way 'cause here I come
My
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like
arm wrestle with the devil, I broke and seen whole
When our others box with God, I let my heat go
For the people like Huey P., we the lost generation
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-
cide, my thoughts to guide,
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone
horrified 
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside", 
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done 
Make way 'cause here I come
My
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

Play this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I?ll be his
Chiggie check, microphone check one
Chiggie check, microphone check two,
Chiggie check, microphone check three

Check game from the notorious Compton
by the microphone
I see your photograph
Don't even want to laugh
Some secret 
Must keep it
Hey I wouldn't know who to tell
Next morning 
Fair
Committee

It's H-U-E-Y, home fly G five
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs
But her mama done gave her then grew from local to major
My pockets
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like
by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt

There's people phonin' in