[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
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