Lyrics:
hands high
[Redman]
Yo.. yo yo
I don't brownnose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe,
but I don't wanna
Obama runts got me all stuck
I'm bumping Frank Sinatra
My commas need to get up
More money more problems
But honestly it's all good
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
and splurge the tab, uh
Hops out the truck like "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend
going on E? (What's up, bruh?)
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin', bruh
I just got this lil', got damn, ho with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right
later
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from a bout NIGGA
Show you what
Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it
a bitch put in overtime blind by the wrist
Mind to get rich yeah I'm in a different zone
RIP Bean yeah this life all hit or miss
A different zone you
(Every single day that I wake up)
(I can't tell you how lucky I feel)
(That I get to continue the legacy of my idols)
(Frank Sinatra, Elvis
I'm the reason you got
Head on the highway
Frank Sinatra my Gs it's true, did it my way
Only dude I asked to get on this
Song and the nigga ain't do it
you know its real
From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank, Sinatra
Money I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the
Real
Jeffe told em why the GMC is hot, ya dig
6 Feet is where you live you dying to get a spin
So tell me what it is is truly what it's not, ya dig
I switched
that's damn near one-point-five
I kill 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attention
These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
If you die they still
of beat to make you bounce like rubber
That boy b frank yea he a bad motherfucker
Always talk cash cause I got it like that
Once you drop it to the floor
to build and plan
Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware
Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought
be singing like Frank Sinatra
I heard we some hoes? That really ain't this
Posted confirmations but it
Really ain't ship
Let me find out you bought
Frank Nitti?
I ran through your city and
Left with my boots shitty
Nobody gets looser than this producer
Coordinate tracks that's live
Three or four cars
feet
You got a sign on your back like kick me
I'm a race bike, six speed, nah you can't get me
Move too swiftly don't deal with other rappers tryin
bitch I'm a mobster
I'm Frank Sinatra meets Silkk the Shocker
I make 'em say uh, Whodi what's up?
Na-na na-na, I'm still not done not giving fucks
D.F.Y.
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
on water, uh (water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (uh)
Paper
Kick kick in the door
Black and wild
Puff out your chest when you black and proud
Put packs in the cloud while I'm packin crowds
Your mans become pack if
in the bed and the girl's a beast
I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back and watch ya hit the weed one time
Now you on the dance floor doin' the cha-cha
I got
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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