Slippin'

[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