Frankie sinatra

Right over ther, man
Right to the left, where all the peoples at
Watch the show, it's good

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso [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 weaving swerving whirling here where I'm driving
Playa registration, OG license
Because of that interior your bitch want to ride it
Plate red bold, dick got low-jack
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 her 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 concerts
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 my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso [Danny Brown]
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 nigga but on top of the world
Take that bitch for oysters, got my tongue on the pearl
So f*** what you say, do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Take some vodka, sip flow rocker ock
Writ rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rock
From more stocky stock
On all fours, illy right hook to make Rocky block
That's no poppycock pirate
We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
Dilate
We keep it 100
From the hikes and all the Lights
And Southern Comfort, muff it
Come with that headbanger booty for that ass
Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
Dash, dip slow on a marathon
Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan
Or Frank Sinatra man (Shhhh)

Frankie my boy don't you know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra
Frankie my boy don't you 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