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]
D
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
A
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]
D
  Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock
A
  Writ rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rocked
Em
  From more stocky stock
A
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