Oscar Hammerstein II - Frankie Sinatra lyrics

[Hook: 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 haven't got the 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**h wanna ride this Plate red bold cat, dick 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 s** the dong up at the concert And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra b**h I do this sh** my way like Frank Sinatra b**h Do this sh** my way [Hook: Wilmoth Houdini] Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy don't know You haven't got the voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra Frankie me boy don't know You haven't got the voice to sing calypso (what did they say?) Frankie me boy don't know You haven't got the voice voice to sing calypso [Verse 2: Danny Brown] 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 n***a but on top of the world Took the b**h for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl So f** what you say, do this sh** my way Like Frank Sinatra, b**h, do this sh** my way [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock Writ 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 co*k pirate We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate Dilate We keep it 100 From the heights of Northern Lights To Southern Comfort, one fifth Come with that headbanger boogie for that a** 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] Pssss, haha! (f** off, man) One two, alright!