: [Movie Bites from "King Of New York"] [Frank White:] Jim!... How come you never came to see me? [Jimmy Jump:] Who want to see you on cage man? [beat
shit, you overdid it homes (yeah) You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone Hold hands and say it like me The most shady (most shady), Frankie baby (Frankie
hittin me and him and him much love like wembelton While niggaz screamin killa I'm overseas in my villa Wit my masseuse struttin illa frank switch
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if they head
a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Frankie'
I'm head of the pack, I'm leveling tracks. Etc, you step in the ring, I'm sending you back. You'll be lucky if you leave And then your head is attached
ditches for all you motherfuckin fake bitches It all boils down to the business Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you I fuckin blast you like Frank
Taking my love just a touch too far. Peter met Frank formed a dummy run gang Worked heist or hit for 10 g's flat Blew heads outta shape for the name
: (Any style you want, big boy you gon get it) [x4] Step in the place Bitches look at me from head to toe Hoe ass niggaz look like "Oh no" Cuz I'm the
You better dart Is she feminine with pretty women friends all dimes! Timberlands is how I like my men and all minds Rough ryde you niggas hard head, soft
I take But the moments with you that take my breath away I don't need you in heels but I need your head over Come a little closer Rest your head up on
Gunstuff unendlos 'ne schwarze Sonnenbrille, die Pump unter'm Trenchcoat Ficker, damn, heb die Hand fur dein Man hoch und schrei "Frank is' der Man" Sag es, Frank
Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank
Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill
serve you niggaz pancakes Flapjacks, hash browns and syrup in my crack space It's Gucci [Waka Flocka Flame:] I'm the young nigga all the old head love
engine Pretty Pookie anus-bending Anton Reemcobb he expoloded Redneck got his chest imploded Biker Bitch she was de-titted Stubbles on a pike was spitted Cranial-crush the Franken
hit it chicken style I hit up in Meijer's in the home improvement aisle She called me Bob Vila when I stuck it in the place I tied her legs behind her head
: (feat. Frank and Dank) [Frank] Uggh, Bounce F, for fly gun holder money folder motorola startac when it's time to call back R, for the ruff rugged