Lyrics:
and back up off him
Kweli spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly
test?
And the winner is, not that thinner kid
Bandanas, tattoos, my fist never bruise
Land still cruise, Frank White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
joking
Pass by your house on late night
Bumping swim good by Frank Ocean
They say when love comes around,
I probably had missed it
If this the way it is
the rank
I don't care if you know frank
All your talking is poppycock
It's all insured by Plymouth Rock
I'm spitting hit and runs
Ask ghost I got a Tommy gun
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
eyes and you could pretend you're me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis
Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!
Music by Ray Getzov
With lyrics by Sid Frank, 1952
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
for 8 weeks in 1948
-competing versions charted by Frank Sinatra (#7), Sara Vaughn (#8), and
-Dick Haymes (#11).
-Words and Music by Eden Ahbez
There
talking bout she love me I know this bitch playing
Ben Frank on my mind blue faces what I'm craving
Underrated only nigga making hits by myself
Stop playing
Arcaze on the beat
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of Ben Franks
Ashes, we nip him in the bud
Spin his block like a tornado, VVS one
Choppa
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
you'd come by
You were the dream he had for his son
Let's make the time to wine
And dine at Frank-O's
I bet you all the heads will turn
But there is no
me, don't doubt me, I'm high scheme
Like frank a burn bee
A film scene, a jewelry, Gucci, Big Gucci, the movie
Okay, to play me, I pay me, pay me
No
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
friends
Ma Barker, Ma Barker
Frank Sinatra, Margaret Thatcher
Peter Rachman, John Wayne
Nixon, Nixon, Charlemagne
Bill Grundy, Ted Bundy
Catherine de
I, I cannot lie
I feel inspired
By all of these monsters
Inside of my mind
All of time
I, I cannot lie
I feel inspired
By all of these monsters
their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
You see I sat in room as the main ""Top Billa""
While thoughts flooded my mind you gotta cop scrilla
Now for 20 odd years, I
Vida na cidade (Allegro ma non tanto) (Frank Jorge)
Johann Sebastian Bach
Século XVII, nasceu
Nasceu
O que posso fazer se o seu coração
Não é meu
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
Sick dark on light beats, my mixtape is mixed rape
Pain trace to slave days, whips made skin shaved
Spirit chafed feel
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