Slippin’

By Wiley

On Playtime Is Over

Released on June 4, 2007

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[Intro]

Eskiboy


[Chorus]

I was slipping in South West London (Slipping)

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash (Ones)

I had to splurt from South West London

Wrong place, wrong time

No you can't have a stripe (Listen)


[Verse 1]

Listen

Yo, I'm real, the people know

I go places where you don't go

You can find me in the hood, murking the show

It's all normal, I'm up for making the dough

And if you want to rob me, don't be an amateur

Because if I get away, I'll be back in a mo'

Tell me to convert if you want to

Because I swear the only answer you will hear is: No!

I will return to my country one day

But only when I've got enough dough

I won't get cosy here in England: I'm going back to Trinidad & Tobago

Listen, if I was you I wouldn't watch my dough (Dough)

Because I would never let two pound go (Yo)

And I won't stay around so you can get stripes

You'll see me again, and I'll be on my own


[Chorus]

I was slipping in South West London

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from South West London (London)

Wrong place, wrong time

No you can't have a stripe


[Verse 2]

I'm from the jungle, I won't get lost

I make the flow cold, just like Jack Frost

And I'm the wrong person, you should never cross me

Taking my life, that comes at a cost

I don't stand in your face and floss

I'm easy, I wear a Casio watch

I'm sorry you lost your wifey

She still looks choong with mango lip gloss

Still acting innocent, when you're guilty

Me I still make the beats and they're filthy

Warring MC's everyday, I'm guilty

For the street wars I'm built, they wanna kill me

I react quick though, face any challenger

New to this racket, that's Slazenger

Don't want a manager

Back in the day, I was a scavenger

Street kid Roman Road back to Latimer (Road)


[Chorus]

I was slipping in southwest London

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you can't have a stripe

I was slipping in southwest London

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you can't have a stripe


[Bridge]

Listen, you wanna know a bit about, falling off? (Falling off?)

I couldn't tell you; because I've never, fallen off

There's the bridge, all you've got to do is: walk across (Walk across)

I'm a wizard, my talent's got no cost


[Verse 3]

You ain't a boss like Wiley

There goes Kylea

Still having beef today, like I'm 19

I know it's my fault partly; I'm too safe

So when you see me in the streets, walk past me

If you've got a question, don't ask me

I've never left the hood

You won't outlast me

As for those who want to bad-mouth me

You know revenge is sweet like candy

Girls make boys turn stupid

Don't be angry, just be even, try to understand me

Because setting me up, is no good

I could have my eyes closed, and I can still see (See)

And you ain't got one over me

Nah, I won't let you run over me

Pull a gun out at me, crews come out for me

I must be someone you all wanna be

I'm a baller from east

Never had a day of peace, where I didn't want to sort out beef

You think that I don't want to get you back, you're wrong, man

My mental state is so street

But I'll just wait until the day I wake up

Come to your house and show you about beef

As a kid I had a knife in a sheath, on a mountain bike shotting weed

No I ain't a chief


[Chorus]

I was slipping in southwest London

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time, no you can't have a stripe

I was slipping in southwest London

No strap, no 'chete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time, no you can't have a stripe