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    Fun Lovin' Criminals / Lyrics

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    "King of New York [Cooling High Remix][#]" Lyrics

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    Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
    The want to be gangster;
    The want to be dapper Don, Don John on
    The wall, I'm your biggest fan

    Next to my little brother Paul.
    Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip
    If you talk to his brother he says they
    Always planned this trip

    He wasn't oky-dokie running around like
    Don Quixote, trying to free a man he
    Didn't even know B.
    He had the roots he bought the suits

    But the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth
    He had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he
    Lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing
    He flipped one fine summer afternoon

    He told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.
    He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the
    Coup de Ville to Illinois.
    La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York"

    He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
    Two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub
    He tried to see the Don, without an invitation
    Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion

    Waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine;
    And only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind.
    Back in the borough the cops are acting
    Thorough; they raided Franky's room

    And then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,
    With a rhyme that was dope, about
    How he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope.
    It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach,

    The King of New York".
    La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Antonio Carlos Brasileiro De Almeida Jobim, Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Marcus Vinicius Da Cruz De Mello Moraes, Norman Gimbel, Steve Borgovini.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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