Lyrics:
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn,
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn,
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
cause I asked her to stay
But knowing Laine could she watch me melting in my dismay?
In my dismay...
She never knew the right thing to say but I wanted
on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore,
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Frankie, Sonny, one day you'll be under cedar trees
In your mother's place of birth, in the cool of a summer breeze
And in the shade she'll shower you with
on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore,
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love
And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by
Frankie's Diner's
Over on the edge
want you to tear your pants
You could get wrecked in this dance"
They say whisky'll kill you, but I don't think it will
I'm ridin' with you to the top
never liked to lead the way
But she is moving
She is moving she is moving right through
Right through
They never meant to hurt you
Hurt you
But you could
Frankie J, Slim Thugga and Fresh (Slim Thugga)
[Slim Thug]
I got my eyes on you baby from yea feet up to ya head
A perfect night it'd be if I could
Had a dream where my homie just killed himself
Watch he's momma she cries by her lonely self
I'm thinking like wheres everybody else
Just a dream but I
we'd never grow old
We were living in the moment, breaking every mold
Oh, the laughter and the stories we could never hide
In the summer of our lives,
And all night long she never stops and time
Goes by like she's in a dream
And all the guys they just sit and watch
Cause she's the finest thing
That they've
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
gloriest freedom
One you never touch or tasted
A freedom that is so beautiful that
Could make this whole world EXPLODE!
Black Jesus, black Jesus, black Jesus
a bitch,
And she be lovin' the shit confessin' how lil' Frankie done done her,
Her Mama bust in the room and I'm fuckin' her right in front her,
Bust
wet she could soak a beach towel
But meanwhile, (?) she thought it was a freestyle
Everybody wanna floss like a G now
What about me? Never had
home and her own Mustang
And a charge account at Sears
She had everything that a girl could want
To live happy for the rest of her years
But
ball on a budget
Diamond walking I could cop about 30 J's
I'm not a rapper by chance
Cocoa-butter kisses to the jam
Why you rapping nigga cos I can
She
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