I sure had a wonderful time last night Least wise they tell me I did I sure had a wonderful time last night Really blew my lid Went to a party, I recollect
bad, bad Oh, so you can try to save me from love But I rather have his chains and handcuffs Make me his prisoner, er, er So, I wanna be Louis and Clark
in her mouth and said 'good evening' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis
by killers In Newyork I'm the realest predicted by fortune tellers Sick with the talkin' methods, AK's, Berettas My whole team is Steelers like Jerome Bettis Rammin' niggas like St. Louis
saw Stanley Clarke, my jaw hit the floor Auh, Bootsy Collins playin' sex machine baby, just give me some mo' Larry Graham, thank you man, for play that thumb Louis
the heat by the side of the door Ready for military war Numerous cats, niggas is uterus Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich Diamond a young
back room Listen to snaps, cuts by scoob and scrap Union square, to tear up the KRS tracks Torn up by the Kent, the Clark dark As the brothers try to
let me, Louise Please, please, please, let me please ya Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise Please, please, please, let me please ya Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Music: Louis Jordan Lyrics: various Book: Clarke Peters Premiere: Friday, October 12, 1990 NO MOE: Let me tell you a story from way back, truck on
By jodie wilson, berny cosgrove and kevin clark So, so you went away said you needed time Needed space and needed changes in your life I should have
LET OLD MOTHER NATURE HAVE HER WAY (Loys Southerland - Louis Clark) « © '51 Peer International » Well darling this is my desire just
before Keep the heat by the side of the door Ready for military war Numerous cats, niggas is uterus, who this? Claimin' that he looking for Louis Rich
: Albert einstein, ben franklin, winston churchill, leonardo da vinci, pope paul, charles dickens, henry ford, babe ruth, guglielmo marconi, clark gable, louis
So roll on Columbia roll on V2) Tom Jefferson's visions would not let him rest An empire he saw in the Pacific north-west St Louis, St Clarke, and they
' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
sayin that I'm whiter than that colgate, Hatin on my progress, I'm a long ways from Bro Rape, Black Clark Kent, all I needs a louis lane, But let her
down coat and wallabee Clarks Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist So much excitement in the air, I was crisp Money suitcase, Louis joint (
