text: Alright guys, right
  Right over there to the left, where the peoples at?
  Watch this shit, its good
  Original song
  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 this rocker, hes off his rocker
  Please, Mr. Officer, I only had some vodka
  Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
  Only reefer swervin out here while I’m driving
  Where your registration? OG license?
  Because of that interior, your bitch wanna ride this
  Plate red bold cat, dick got LoJack
  White hoes calling and they asking, Where the dope at?
  What? Whatever
  Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with that Sinatra
  All for pasta, spray in her mouth like Binaca
  Listening to salsa, rhythm of maracas
  M.I.A. on the job sipping in Sri Lanka
  I divide and conquer, rolling 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
  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, do this shit my way
  Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka, ock
  Write rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rocked
  From more stocky stock
  Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block
  Thats no poppy cock pirate
  We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate
  Dilate, we 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
  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, I’m sure well sell two million copies or more