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Hak Baker
PC Plod
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PC Plod was released on October 25, 2019 by Hak Attack Records as a part of the album Babylon
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AlbumBabylon
Release DateOctober 25, 2019
LabelHak Attack Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM190

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hak Baker
Hak Baker
Producer
Ali Bla Bla
Ali Bla Bla
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're gonna need your wits
And you're gonna need your tricks
And you're gonna need your feet planted
And your gonna need your speech slanted to market
[Verse 2]
What can you, what can you tell a man
That's a little bit forward?
How can you? How can you quell a man
That cares not for your repo?
I can smell 'em, let alone hear them
They smell fierce and pierce up my eardrums
What do ya, what can ya tell a man
That's heard it all before?
I don't wanna go anywhere near them
They always muckin' up the lads' dodgy dealin'
How can ya quell a man that cares not for your repo?
[Verse 3]
Yeah, the old, other lot, the other lot
Tryna give me mum a knock at 1 o'clock
Yeah we had it, had it up, up to the top
Go and nick the other lot, go nick a nonce
I had enough of the search and the stop
I had enough of the plod, can't stand the lot
Yeah, the old, other lot, the other lot
The measly old PC, PC plod
[Verse 4]
The old bill for ya, that's the old bill for ya
All up inside your quarter
Selling you for a quarter
That's the old bill for ya, that's the old bill for ya
Them boy there out of order
They're rotters, bloody tossers, cuzzers on us, oi, oi
[Verse 5]
Came in like a mortar, smashed my house inside and
Lied inside of their disguises
And asked me the most mental of questions
Like I would ever tell 'em wherever I had it hiding
Mate, mate they sent me straight down to the station
I done a couple a birds, I know how to ride it
No suicide, just me kettle and me rights
On me left and me right, it's fine if
Anybody tries it
I cannot, I cannot quell a man
That cares not for your repo
They want me freedom, but little geezer
No, it's not yours
After your subpoenas, who do we lean on for moral support?
They got me sweeping up the wing for a job
The first rule is to never get caught
[Verse 6]
Yeah, the old, other lot, the other lot
Tryna clock the lads out plot at 1 o'clock
Yeah we bloody had it up, up to the top
Go and give a run to cop, you little jobs
We've have enough of the drops to the court
'Round to my mates, cut down his crop
Yeah, the old, other lot, the other lot
The measly old PC, PC plod
[Verse 7]
That's the old bill for ya, that's the old bill for ya
All up inside your quarter
Selling you for a quarter
That's the old bill for ya, that's the old bill for ya
That boy there out of order
They're rotters, bloody tossers, cutters on us, oi, oi
[Verse 8]
Tryna turn me into roadkill
Still pulling me up on the road still
This ain't supposed to be colloquial
Why the fuck you think we're so anti-social?
Serving up for little, hopeless meal
In the East End, the old folks are real
They taught me never to trust old bill
Say, oh, oi, oi, oi
[Verse 9]
They bloody nicked me about 30 times
They bloody nicked me for about 30 crimes
Me and the lads will never stop spraying rhymes
Me and the lads will never stop, ay, ay
Fuckin' old bill, I hate your kind
Bloody old billl, I hate your kind
You wait until it's our bloody time
Oi, oi, oi, oi
Written by: Hak Baker

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