Frankie Sinatra

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

Off his rocker, he's off his rocker

Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka

Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin

Only reefer swervin' over here while I’m driving

Where your registration? OG license?

'Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it

Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack

White hoes callin' and they asking, "Where the dope at?"

What? Whatever

Modern day Sammy how I wrote with that Sinatra

All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca

Listenin' to salsa, rhythm of maracas

I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka

Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert

And they gets no pay

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

I'm so high, you're so high

If I take another sniff then I just might die

Take another sip then I just might lie

Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs

Underground (n word), but on top of the world

Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl

So fuck what you say, do this shit my way

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way

Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock

Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked

From more stocky stock

Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block

That's no poppycock, pirate

We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate

Dilate, or keep it one hundred

From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort

One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass

Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash

Or dash, dip slow on a marathon

Or maybe he gon' sing Calypso like Farrakhan

Or Frank Sinatra, mon

[Заключение]

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra

Frankie, me boy, don't know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (What did they say?)

Frankie, me boy, I'm sure

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