Frankie Sinatra

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso Off this rocker He's off his rocker Please Mr. Officer I only had some vodka Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin Only reefer surfin' out here while I'm driving Where your registration, OG license 'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this Great grand volka dick got low-jack White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at What? Whatever Modern-day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas M I A and the joker sent from the Sri Lanka I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka Baby momma wanna suck the Don off 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 you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso I'm so high, you're so high If I take another sip, 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 they got us on top of the world Took the bitch for oysters, now my tongue on her pearl So fuck what you say, do this shit my way Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way Take some vodka, sip slow rocka-ah I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker-ah Photo stocking stock Known for his killing right hook to make rocky bra That's no poppy cock pirate Who can keep blindly, or can keep bliery Tie lee, or keep it one hunnid From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass Would have gave that whoolie give ten nookies for the cash Dash, dip slow on that marijuan' Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan Or Frank Sinatra, mon --- Frankie Sinatra - The Avalanches