text: Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Off his rocker, hes off his rocker
  Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
  Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
  Only reefer swervin over here while I’m driving
  Where your registration? OG license?
  Cause of that interior, your bitch wanna ride it
  Plate red, bold cat, dick got LoJack
  White hoes callin and they asking, Where the dope at?
  What? Whatever
  Modern day Sammy how I wrote with that Sinatra
  All for pasta, spray it in her mouth like Binaca
  Listenin to salsa, rhythm of maracas
  M.I.A., Anna Nicole just sippin in Sri Lanka
  I divide and conquer, roll with Willy Wonka
  Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert
  And they gets no pay
  Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, I do this shit my way
  Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Frankie, me boy, dont know
  You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
  Im so high, youre so high
  If I take another sniff then I just might die
  Take another sniff then I just might lie
  Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
  Underground nigga, but on top of the world
  Took the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl
  So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
  Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, did this shit my way
  Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
  Writ rhymes since the days when Frankie Crocker rocked
  From more stocky stock
  Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
  Thats no poppycock, pirate
  We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
  Dilate, or keep it one hundred
  From the heights of Northern Lights to Southern Comfort
  One fifth, come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
  Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash
  Or dash, dip slow on a marathon
  Or maybe he gon sing Calypso like Farrakhan
  Or Frank Sinatra, mon
  Pssss, haha!
  One, two, alright!