Текст песни Fun Lovin Criminals - King Of New York
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Franky was a mook from the block we used to live onThe wanna be gangster;The wanna be dapper Don, Don John onthe wall, I`m your biggest fannext to my little brother Paul.Losing his grip, like Pesci, he`d flipif you talk to his brother he says theyalways planned this triphe wasn`t oky-dokie running around likeDon Quixote, trying to free a man hedidn`t even know B.He had the roots he bought the suitsbut the boys didn`t like him mto tell you the truthhe had "J.G." on his pinky ring and helied about doin` some time up in sing-singhe flipped one fine summer afternoonhe told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon.He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked theCoup 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 clubtwo sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snubhe tried to see the Don, without an invitationstood outside the gate with his three man demonstartionwaving 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 actingthorough; they raided Franky`s roomand then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,with a rhyme that was dope, abouthow 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"