Получи текст песни Fun Lovin` Criminals - King of New Yorkна свой мобильный!
Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-105-3914 на номер 5537.
Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I said: I`m your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. He losing his grip, man, like Pesci, he`d flip and you talk to his brother he says he 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 and he bought the suits and the boys didn`t like him to tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin` some time up in sing-sing 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 La-di da-di, la-di La-di da-di, free John Gotti The King of New York, man, The King of New York (2x)
He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he went see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion they were 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 that`s when 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 said, "I don`t fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". (2x) "I never fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York".
La-di da-di, free John Gotti La-di da-di, la-di La-di da-di, free John Gotti The King of New York, man, The King of New York (4x)
The King of New York (12x)
|