Frankie Sinatra (Extended Mix) lyrics

by

MF DOOM


[Intro: MF DOOM]
Alright guys, right
Right over there to the left, where the peoples at?
(At the concert)
Watch this sh*t, it's good
Original song

[Chorus: Wilmoth Houdini]
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
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Off this rocker, he's off his rocker
Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
Only reefer swervin' out here while I’m driving
Where your registration? OG license?
Because of that interior, your b*tch wanna ride this
Plate red bold cat, di*k got LoJack
White hoes calling and they asking, "Where the dope at?"
What? Whatever
Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with that Sinatra
All for pasta, spray in her mouth like Binaca
Listening to salsa, rhythm of maracas
M.I.A. on the job sipping in Sri Lanka
I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka
Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert
And they gets no pay
Like Frank Sinatra, b*tch, I do this sh*t my way
Like Frank Sinatra, b*tch, do this sh*t my way

[Chorus: Wilmoth Houdini]
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
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
I'm so high, you're so high
If I take another sniff, then I just might die
Take another sniff then I just might lie
Tell her what she wanna hear
Just to get between them thighs
Underground n*gga, but on top of the world
Took the b*tch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
So f*ck what you say, do this sh*t my way
Like Frank Sinatra, b*tch, do this sh*t my way

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
Write rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rocked
From more stocky stock
Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
That's no poppy c*ck pirate
We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
Dilate, we 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

[Sample]
[Outro: Wilmoth Houdini]
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 we'll sell two million copies or more
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net