Frankie Sinatra

D                    A
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ahhh, Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
D                   A
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
D                   A
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
D                   A
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso


[Verse 1]
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Off this rocker, he's off his rocker
A
Please Mr officer I only had some 
vodka
Em
Little marijuana just a few Vicodin
A
Only reefer swervin' out here while 
I’m driving
D
Where your registration, OG license
  A
Because of that interior your bitch 
wanna ride this
Em
Plate red bold cat, dick got LoJack
A
White hoes calling and they asking 
where the dope at
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What? Whatever
D
Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with 
that Sinatra
A
All for pasta, spray in her mouth 
like Binaca
Em
Listening to salsa, rhythm of 
maracas
A
M.I.A. on the job sipping in Sri 
Lanka
D
I divide and conquer, rolling Willy 
Wonka
A
Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at
 the concert
Em                        A
And they gets no pay like Frank 
Sinatra bitch
                           A
I do this shit my way like Frank 
Sinatra bitch

Do this shit my way


[Hook]
D                   A
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
D                   A
Ah Frankie Sinatra, ahhh Frank 
Sinatra
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso (what did they say?)
Em
Frankie me boy don't know
                     A
You have the perfect voice to sing 
calypso


[Verse 2]
D
I'm so high, you're so high
     A
If I take another sip, then I just 
might die
Em
Take another sip then I just might 
lie
         A
Tell her what she wanna hear just to
 get between them thighs
D
Underground nigga but on top of the 
world
A
Took the bitch for oyster, now my 
tongue on the pearl
   Em
So fuck what you say, do this shit 
my way
     A
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this 
shit my way


[Verse 3]
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  Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock
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  Writ rhymes since the days with 
Frankie Crocker rocked
Em
  From more stocky stock
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Known for his illy right hook to 
make Rocky block
D
  That's no poppy cock pirate
A
We can keep it irie, or we can keep 
it irate
Em
  Dilate, we keep it 100
A
From the heights of Northern Lights
                         D
To Southern Comfort, one fifth

Come with that headbanger boogie for
 that ass
A
Villain give a bully ten noogies for
 the cash
Em
  Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
A
  Or maybe he gon' sing Calypso like
 Farrakhan
A
Or Frank Sinatra mon