Lyrics:
Throttling, hurtling, just going, going
And hurting, going
But it's gone, it's going
And not knowing where, in the ground or in the air
A golden
On every corner of every avenue
The word's been passed all around
Better watch out, lock up your daughters
'Cause that bad Frankie lee is back in
we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you
Frankie's Last Mexican Showdown
Written by J. Marty
Here I'm lurking in this ruined church at the border to Mexico
Frankie needs to ride through
im far from perfect
But the game and the money they can take cause its worthless
I know its hard to deal with my life
I know its hard to deal with all
dancing to the music of his band
He was Frankie's man he wasn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away
She came
the couples were dancing to the music of his band
He was Frankie's man he wadn't doin' her wrong
Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
Frankie Vaughan, Kenneth Horne, Sherlock Holmes
Monty, Biggles and Old King Cole
In the pink or on the dole
Oliver Twist and Long John Silver
Captain
to leave I gotta walk out the door
can't you see that this is killing me, its hurting my soul, oh baby
(chorus) (frankie)
how am I supposed to leave you
fiasco
Bright, bright, bright is the ears
All fun, game and no biz
Business, one naughty note
Rock the boat, don't rock the boat, baby
Jingle it, jingle
Seal, so my PO
Don't find out I'm smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if
They had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was
Cause
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waiting for the main event
Like the days on the corner
We watch the world go by
On the nights that wasn't
and my thugs
We come in the club
We swung lovely
Watch how big the buzz be
Trust me son
Every ghetto got game in it
Fame in it
We remain in it
Waitin for
my life
It was nice to see Hugh Laurie in House MD
But it's so tediously predictable by season three
I'm not a royalist, I'd happily tear it all down
carpool
I'd learn much more in just one night than all those years in school
Frankie's a giant here; he rolls in all the green
And Drac is not repelled by
can’t take it no more
Oh Blow Frankie
You still cling by my side
Oh Blow Frankie he needs you so
Oh Blow Frankie he hates you so
Oh Blow Frankie he just
Frankie and Annette ran off at sixteen and it all started at a Red Sox ball game.
In a Cracker Jack box, Frankie found a ring and said "How's about
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man
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