Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slippin, artist - Wiley. Album song Playtime Is Over, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.06.2007
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Slippin |
| I was slippin' 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’m real the people know |
| I go places where you don’t go |
| You can find me in the hood murkin' a show |
| It’s all normal, I’m up for making the dough |
| And if you wanna rob me don’t be an amateur |
| 'Cause if I get away I’ll be back in a mo |
| Tell me to convert if you wanna |
| 'Cause 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 cozy here in England |
| I’m goin' back to Trinidad and Tobago |
| Listen, if I was you I wouldn’t watch my dough |
| 'cause I would never let two pound go |
| And I won’t stay around so you can get stripes |
| You’ll see me again and I’ll be on my own |
| I was slippin' 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’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 |
| Takin' 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 strong with chung lip gloss |
| Still actin' innocent when you’re guilty |
| Me I’m still makin' the beats and they’re filthy |
| Warin' 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 like Slazenger |
| Don’t wanna manger |
| Back in the day I was a scavenger |
| Street kid Roman Road back to Latimer |
| I was slippin' 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 slippin' 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 |
| Listen, you wanna know a bit about about fallin' off? |
| I couldn’t tell you cause I’ve never fallin' off |
| There’s the bridge, all you’ve got to do is walk across |
| I’m a wizard my talent’s got no cost |
| You ain’t a boss like Wiley |
| There goes Kylie |
| Still havin beef today like I’m 19 |
| I know it’s my fault quietly, 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 |
| Cause settin' me up is no good |
| I could have my eyes closed and I can still see |
| And you ain’t got one over me |
| Naw, I won’t let you run over me |
| Pull a gun out at me, crews come out from 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 |
| Mental state is still street |
| But I’ll just wait 'till the day I wake up, |
| Come to your house and show you 'bout beef |
| As I kid I had a knife in a sheaf on a mountain bike shottin weed |
| No I ain’t a chief |
| I was slippin' 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 |