Spence Brown - Cla**ic lyrics

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Spence Brown - Cla**ic lyrics

Hook That's why I'm Rappin' Sinatra smooth on the jazz tip Keep it goin', keep it goin', then I pa** it Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack That's right, you know we cla**ic, uh You know we cla**ic Yeah, yeah You know we cla**ic Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack You know we cla**ic Verse 1 Stop the presses, stop the presses, yeah all of that Got a new news story for ya, hot at that Cuz this next dude to bat ain't Ruth but he got the babes and he spit smooth So you know what we gon' do, play a night club maybe two Dinner and a show sit back and feel the groove Coco Cabana, not coo coo cachoo Peace to the Beatles, but this ain't the vibe for you, nah Cause right now I'm on that Hollywood Cla**ic sh** Among models and actresses, check yourself You couldn't catch me even if you was praticin' I'm makin' wealth and I'm makin' hits real stealth call me Zimmer, and I'm brighter than a glimmer Gettin' mad cause they callin' me the winner, simmer down You need to cool it like winter before you blow it like fall, listen to the song then consider that I Bridge Hop up on the keys and you know what I'mma do Extra special, one night, you know we comin' through I singin' Fly me to the Moon but I got The World on a String, no ba**oon Hook That's why I'm Rappin' Sinatra smooth on the jazz tip Keep it goin', keep it goin', then I pa** it Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack That's right, you know we cla**ic, uh You know we cla**ic Yeah, yeah You know we cla**ic Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack You know we cla**ic Verse 2 This cohesive, not adhesive, it's not the same style But I run this sh**, never walk a Green Mile I got the John Coffey weight, so tell me do you do you wanna mess with me I'm thinking the answer's, probably not today, yeah Cause I'm headed for the superstardom, Frank Sinatra And you know I'll never stop until I'm on the airwaves Got you rappers all breakin' out in sweat Cause I'm come correct, and y'all couldn't get paid dollars to make sense But my mind's a dime, ten of those a get you a Bill No Monika you know my moniker and you know what I'm gon' build Everything and anything I desire, the best in my field Give it some time, see it is mine, be makin' some mils It's an event every time I make an appearance Once unknown, but I know one day I'll be somebody My soul's not for sale, as if it's on some clearance But like Jay-Z, I'm prayin' daily to John Gotti And if Jay's payin' D-Wade, then I'm payin' myself and gettin' a raise and I'm doin' this sh** until the grave And I'm six feet high 'til the day I'm six feet under But until I die I'mma leave 'em all in wonder Bridge Hop up on the keys and you know what I'mma do Extra special, one night, you know we comin' through I singin' Fly me to the Moon but I got The World on a String, no ba**oon Hook That's why I'm Rappin' Sinatra smooth on the jazz tip Keep it goin', keep it goin', then I pa** it Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack That's right, you know we cla**ic, uh You know we cla**ic Yeah, yeah You know we cla**ic Me Dean, Sammy Davis and the Rat Pack You know we cla**ic

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