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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LaRussell
Performer
P-LO
Performer
MALACHI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larussell Thomas
Composer
Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez
Composer
Malachi Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P-LO
Producer
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Mike G
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wow
(P-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back)
P-P-Lo tell em bring that bass back
I'm on the block with the wop and crocs to match
Ah shit them bay **** back
From the north to the south to the east to the west
**** fuck with Lil Russell magazine to the crest
Hit the Nike outlet, came back with a check
Bitch go home, come back with some neck
Still the same **** from the north that I've been
Hit some turbulence, I was gone with the wind
Hear a **** knockin, lemme in!
The budget ain't there? Fuck it gimme 10!
Back when P-lo finna do that shit again
If we don't make a slap when we link it's a sin
Big fish bitch got gills in her fin
Don't tell me shit about the game if you ain't win
Who else you know could sell eggs to a hen
Don't believe me just watch Ben 10
On the block with the wop and crocs to match
Ah shit them bay **** back
From the north to the south to the east to the west
**** fuck with P-Lo from (Pinole?) to the crest
Hit the Nike outlet, came back with a check
Bitch go home, come back with some neck
Still the same **** from the north that I've been
Who else you know could sell eggs to a hen
Who else you know
*who* *who* *who*
*ughhhhhh*
**** who else you know
*Nobodyyyyyyy*
*agghhhh*
Who else you know
*ughhhhhh*
*yeah*
**** who else you know
It's mafuckin
*It's Mali!*
Uh, hoe I'm doin me
I'm cold it's 2 degrees, my flow like who is he?
It's mafuckin Mali, cold young **** comin from the valley
I'm deep in my bag like the fries at McDonald's
I'm comin up that's a tough pill to swallow
Take your meds though
I'm murdabeats I'm on Death Row
I'm just one of them **** you gotta check fo
Back in Merced and young **** we don't know em
Finna drop so much music **** think I got a clone
I've been tryna get a win I've been beatin up that road
All yo shit crashed cuz you ain't been followin the code
I was hella young, roamed the city on my feet
Still do not get paid to rap on beats
**** like the kitchen till they dealin with the heat
But I slide through I hold that shit down like (PLP?)
I'm on the block with the wop and crocs to match
Ah shit them bay **** back
From the north to the south to the east to the west
**** fuck with Lil Russell magazine to the crest
Hit the Nike outlet, came back with a check
Bitch go home, come back with some neck
Still the same **** from the north that I've been
Who else you know could sell eggs to a hen
Who else you know
*who* *who* *who*
*ughhhhhh*
**** who else you know
*Nobodyyyyyyy*
*agghhhh*
**** who else you know
Written by: Larussell Thomas, Malachi Martin, Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez