Lyrics:
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
we die by the gun's kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
I feel that the time is here
For you to bring your body here
And give me what I've waited for
Hurry up and come on in and close the door
I
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
already (aah, ah, ah)
Let me be Da Vinci
I go paint you, baby (aaah, eeh)
Then I'll be Frank Sinatra (ohh)
Make you listen through my heart
I'm in love with
In comes the flood
Wake up America
In comes the flood
Wake up America
Live to buy or time to die
It's all for sale on credit lines
Until
then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me
A Dedication
Gangta Gizzilz
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis, that's DNA
Got a dyke ho, nympho, and your bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA,
in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards,
to the money you can call that shit my wife
I'm smoking weed in Cali two in the afternoon
I'm counting cash in a brand new Lamborghini coupe
I'm making mad money
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
'm a marine biologist.
All my friends,
They call me "doh".
Ike & mike:
Hi, doh!
Frank:
All my family,
From someplace in this area,
And they complain if I talk
that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
morning
Yes, that's right I'm gonna be yawning
Cuz I spent the weekend largely gone and
High on life
And everything in sight
I put it in me I'm alright
Hit
But I mix it up with soul and pour it through my talent
Life for me is like a Frank Sinatra big band ballad
You know, brim tilted, black n white,
in a day (Work)
Quarter platinum plaques in the hallway (Money)
Not Frank Sinatra but I did it my way (Mine)
Cut the top off the coupe, that's
and there's alternate universe
So it's very important for me to get Hoover
Out because in an alternate universe
I am him and I have to go
And get him free
or see your brains on the floor
That's when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blasting yo
All I heard was Frank Lexi get the raw
[Chorus]
[Ghostface
And still got my black ass on the bottom
You motherfuckers in the jury that's why I shot ''em
I shot down one, to get away from two
Now tell me what
in a race
If you aint like me i aint know it say it to my face
Niggas try to catch me in traffic it get tragic
Four five auto on me that shit plastic
What is America to me?
A name a man or a flag I see
A certain word Democracy
What is America to me?
The House I live in
A plot of earth, a street.
just marvelous flows
Purple Poet preaching in that poly phonic prose, never hesitating euro stepping with the finger roll
I do this for the art
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
Discuss these house i live in thats america to me by frank sinatra Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In