Lyrics:
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
why'KNOW!
[Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!
Chorus: repeat
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
you say that you are is that how you really movin?
Takin' 'em shots we shootin' it back like
Grrr bah bah bah
Why are you movin' so sideways?
Like Frank
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
caught us early know you found the fire
I wake the birds up call me El Gallo Red
Raised by El Gallo Red
Fuck the beat, I'll spit back
Boom bap, We sound
back freedom, but I hope he doesn't
I know God's mercy's endless, but I wish it wasn't
What kind of world is this, where blasphemers get saved?
Where
One of very few lyrics Tony wrote for the GBs, and a fine bit of work it is too. This was originally a Frank song which we boogified for the street
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
people cryin’ cause they broke as shit
It’s gon’ be a while before we done with this Corona shit
Trump said we gon’ be okay and back by Easter Day
I ain’t
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
I locked in with god, good karma
Rockin shit, I’m Frank Sinatra
My ground game a tank
Air jordan inna helicopter ain’t stoppin Nödda
This that
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
found
More bodies I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I know's it
That's why I'm so snotty
You little
And an incident involving a box cutter and an argument about Frank Sinatra that I won by the way
Crimp W0rld, fuck it up in the save-on
YARHGANG making tracks for
you is my crush
When I think of you we be holding hands
You perfect in my eyes and I want to be ya mans
And I hope to achieve that one day
Hopefully one
should be thick, that's something like Laura
I got some problems
Don't wanna solve em
I'm just being Frank I keep it Sinatra
Cxrter you spazzing
Nigga you
we're all battle raps and ganja
I say in your bad dreams we're monsters
Ratpackin' stages like Frank Sinatra
Cause this here's alarm clock music
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
snitchin' shit is forbidin'
I was sittin' in da kitchen 'n' weepin wit hopes of getting back
All dat I forget to go blow see even 50 stacks
'N' now am
pursued a passion
That brought me moments of magic
But this is just everlasting
Young Sinatra on a song
With the Persian boy
Who dreamed this moment up
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
right now
Feeling so Sublime, Santeria vibes now
Never losing sight, see you in my mind now
You can fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra said in 1969
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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