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gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
You could get a cheap divorce, get your Pontiac tuck and rolled
You could take your dolly to the dog
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
Simple sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
So when the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can't help but dance
You
Frankie told Lola, "Honey, can't you see that I'll jump start you if
you'll kick start me."
Frankie and Lola, tryin' to get together again. 

So they
(Backup Voices) Let It Snow!
(Frank)
When We've Finally Say Goodnight 
How I'll Hate Going Out In A Storm 
But If You'll Only Hold Me Tigh
(Backup Voices) Let It Snow!
(Frank)
When We've Finally Say Goodnight 
How I'll Hate Going Out In A Storm 
But If You'll Only Hold Me Tigh
(Backup Voices) Let It Snow!
(Frank)
When We've Finally Say Goodnight 
How I'll Hate Going Out In A Storm 
But If You'll Only Hold Me Tigh
knock I'm at your neighbor house
Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out
You should come to the housewarming
Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
ping out those funny sounds
That sound good to me, you know
Sometimes I get to play it where I can't even say nothin'
Look out
Sometimes I think it
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
some bullets that so round
50 took a look at it and told me to slow down
Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya 
Throw on some frank sinatra
Learnin' the Blues
-Artist: Frank Sinatra from "The Capitol Years": Capitol CDP-7 94317 2
-peak Billboard position number one for 2 weeks in 1955
'm at your neighbor house
Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out
You should come to the housewarming
Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout
Yellow Lambo in
pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big band sound
I want music in
all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra 
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor 
Ain't nuttin nice 
From hood to hood, love
July
In a horror movie when the car won't start
You give it one last try

Guinnevere orders one more beer in the smokey pick-up bar
A burnt out
And it bring out those funny sounds that sound good to
Me, you know. Sometime I get to the place where I
Can't even say nothing.

Look out.

Sometime
got to live
With the things that he did
People want him leaving
But he isn't leaving soon
He gets him some smokes
And some hoes
And a hotel room
Then
you know
I got a 48-track studio back at the crib
So drop by you know where I live
I see you all the time but on another note
Would you like to dance
. . . 
Bozzio: . . . big titty chic that you just had out here with the camera, I mean, you know . . . 
Frank: Listen carefully to me, oh, Devil . .
better watch out, you might get hit

Silly little creature, Sikamikanico
Sittin' on a bleature, Sikamikanico
I don't want a teacher, Sikamikanico
If
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my flav-mobile
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
dudes should offer forgiveness

'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers

in Newyork I'm the realest

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