Текст (слова) песни: Fun Lovin Criminals - King Of New York
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`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"
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