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Two Steps Forward, Five Steps Back (Side Walk Slam) · Peter Peter (Peter Peter) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby Baby Baby (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Baby, Baby, Baby (Mindy Carson) · Peter White Christmas (Peter White) · White Light/White Heat (The Velvet Underground) · White Water, White Bloom (Sea Wolf) · White Light/White Heat (The Velvet Underground) – and 90 other albums »


a dreamy eyed baby boy loved the best

so in the moonlight Peter
Where the wild things sleep
You and a boy in a wolf suit dancing by the side of the sea
that would make the White House jealous 

Well I do get a little much over-impressed 
'Til I think of Peter and Paul and the apostles 
I don't stack
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it
float
Operatic by voice
A fanatic by choice
Aromatic is the flower
She must be moist

Blood sugar baby
She's magik
Sex magik sex magik

Blood
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the Ultra-magnetic MC's!

Say what, Peter Piper?
To hell with childish rhymes!
Cause this
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
With an outstretched hand

[Chorus]

Take a walk through the rest of your life
Until you dare to take it step by step
(Positively) till you make it
On the streets of the Bronx where my fa mi ly roam 
Hoe damn it  we home  Peter got a nine millimeter 
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater 
I never
On the streets of the Bronx where my fa mi ly roam 
Hoe damn it  we home  Peter got a nine millimeter 
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater 
I never
for the song of the forgotten South, 
just don't hang us up here. 

Step by step by please though proletarian am I. 
By chance am you "wine git out
of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the casket and replace it with
On the streets of the Bronx where my fa mi ly roam 
Hoe damn it  we home  Peter got a nine millimeter 
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater 
I never
honey
Baby let me by
Yeah move over honey
C'mon let me by!
I'm gonna show you baby
Chance is more than your eye
Well eat my dust

Let's have
On the streets of the Bronx where my fa mi ly roam 
Hoe damn it  we home  Peter got a nine millimeter 
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater 
I never
I can do bad by myself
Yo I done it before and I can do it again
Sho don't need you to be my man

Yo if Peter Piper was to pick ya know a peck o'
you step in my house
cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now

Chorus

Outro: Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz

Uh, Peter Gunz like what
on
Calling out to almost anyone
Have you got a secondary bed I could lie on
You'd better watch your step or you'll be first in line

Baby, baby, baby
What
the waves would she be saved under the waves would she be saved but 
I sit back and remember god and a bomba baby burn on white angel wing all the children
under the waves would she be saved under the waves would she be saved 

But I sit back and remember god and a bomba baby burn on white angel wing 
All
aight

[Chorus: Peter Gunz]
Yo it was all a dream
Deprising and uprising my schemes
But surprising realzing that
Yo it was all a dream
I kept my
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough

Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner

Highlighted by
of a heart. 
With every step this open door 
A mission for a love lost long ago. 

I welcome its return.
Years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got more flavor then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her