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Big Boy Pete

Peter Miller (born 26 May 1942, Norwich, England), also known as "Big Boy Pete", is an English singer, songwriter, recording engineer and record producer. Born in Norwich, England, he has lived in San Francisco since 1972. He is a veteran of the 1960s English pop music, starting out with a rock & roll band called the Offbeats, who recorded an EP in 1958, and joining the beat group Peter Jay & the Jaywalkers in 1961.He has toured with The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and most of the rest of the British Invasion. He released one of the first English psychedelic songs ("Cold Turkey") which placed his name in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. A copy of "Cold Turkey" sold for £250 at Sotheby's Rock and Roll auction in London. His 1965 record "Baby I Got News for You… more »

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Hold on, who's that?, spin back, jump out, back that, two sword on my back
Deathstroke, don't test your luck
F*ck this talk, the P's come first, 44 black spinner, grip that disperse

Got my needle ain't no nurse, inject that pain, just like we rehearsed
And my hood is too diverse, but it's black on black so the gun did burst

Yo, Yeh the gun done bust, how many opps done run from us
Where should I put my trust? not in these hoes, cause their back done arch

In the local shop, say wagwan to the local plug
Cuz, I'm the one that'll swing and chop, but the porkies want stop my job
Spin the whip, till the wheels pop off, no movie ticket, go pop that corn
Watch your mouth or speak with your chest
miss my white friends, they don't get me vex
Hold up, who's that?, spin back, jump out, back that, two sword on my back
Deathstroke, don't test your luck, in the bando gotta push that pack
They say my new life is f*cking whack, smack, f*ck old friends, they lacked
Don't speak too much, won't give feedbacks
I got my gloves, can't leave my tracks
Big bro love mash, gotta put in work, f*ck this talk
The P's come first, .44 black spinner, grip that disperse
Grandma said I've got a curse, by the way I wanna put oops in hearse
Trap is daily, shank in purse, can't worry bout oops, all they use is verbs
In the booth I'll preach my verse, can't lie on tracks, we put man on shirt
Rev it up, hop on, then skirt, this 4 strokes hurts, gotta keep it alert
Got my needle ain't no nurse inject that pain just like rehearsed
And my hood is too diverse, but it's black on black so the gun did burst
Talk is cheap, so I just observe, don't say too much, bro save that slur
Bare info makes it worse, the streets, they foul so I just convert
Don't do feelings, pop that perc, wash down with lean, fulfil my thirst
Ptsd and dark thoughts cause in my work I was too immersed
Want that uzi, just like vert, come try to stop me make man kiss dirt
A lotta bad b's all in skirt, all want pipe me, all I did was flirt, sorry babe I'm introvert
Yeh the gun done bust, how many opps done run from us?
Where should I put my trust?not in these hoes, cause their back done arch
In the local shop, say wagwan to the local plug
Cuz, I'm the one that'll swing and chop, but the porkies want stop my job
Spin the whip, till the wheels pop off, no movie ticket, go pop that corn
Watch your mouth or speak with your chest
Miss my white friends, they don't get me vex
Hold on, who's that?, spin back, jump out, back that, two sword on my back
Deathstroke, don't test your luck, in the bando gotta push that pack
In the local shop, say wagwan to the local plug
Cuz, I'm the one that'll swing and chop, but the porkies want stop my job
Spin the whip, till the wheels pop off, no movie ticket, go pop that corn
Watch your mouth or speak with your chest
Miss my white friends, they don't get me vex

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