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Music lyrics - Wiley


Wiley - 'Slippin' [Ninja / Big Dada] Listen | Official site

Wiley

Wiley is a founding father of grime, a scene whose mainstream acceptance is barely five years old.

His first album, 'Treddiní On Thin Ice' was released by XL. After leaving the label, he continued to inspire the grime world with his 'Tunnel Vision' mixtapes.

In 2006 he self-released '2nd Phaze' which sold astounding figures without any proper distribution.

Wiley recently announced he will retire from MCing after the release of his forthcoming album 'Playtime is Over'. 'Slippin' is just one of its tracks in which Wiley tells stories of his life and his background, and bigs up the spiritual home of grime, Bow E3.

 

Lyrics: Slippin'


[Eski boy]

I was slippiní in southwest London

No strap, no Ďchete on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you canít have a stripe


[Listen, yo]


Iím real the people know

I go places where you donít go

You can find me in the hood murkiní a show

Itís all normal, Iím up for making the dough

And if you wanna rob me donít be an amateur

ĎCause if I get away Iíll be back in a mo

Tell me to convert if you wanna

ĎCause I swear the only answer you will hear is no

I will return to my country one day

but only when Iíve got enough dough

I wonít get cozy here in England

Iím goiní back to Trinidad and Tobago

Listen, if I was you I wouldnít watch my dough

Ďcause I would never let two pound go

And I wonít stay around so you can get stripes

Youíll see me again and Iíll be on my own


I was slippiní in southwest London

No strap, no Ďchete on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you cant have a stripe


Iím from the jungle I wonít get lost

I make the flow cold just like Jack Frost

And Iím the wrong person, you should never cross me

Takiní my life that comes at a cost

I donít stand in your face and floss

Iím easy, I wear a Casio watch

Iím sorry you lost your wifey

She still looks strong with chung lip gloss

Still actiní innocent when youíre guilty

Me Iím still makiní the beats and theyíre filthy

Wariní MCís everyday, Iím guilty

For the street wars Iím built, they wanna kill me

I react quick though, face any challenger

New to this racket like Slazenger

Donít wanna manger

Back in the day I was a scavenger

Street kid Roman Road back to Latimer


I was slippiní in southwest London

No strap, no Ďchete, on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you canít have a stripe


I was slippiní in southwest London

No strap, no Ďchete on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time no you canít have a stripe


Listen, you wanna know a bit about about falliní off?

I couldnít tell you cause Iíve never falliní off

Thereís the bridge, all youíve got to do is walk across

Iím a wizard my talentís got no cost


You ainít a boss like Wiley

There goes Kylie

Still havin beef today like Iím 19

I know itís my fault quietly, Iím too safe

so when you see me in the streets walk past me

If youíve got a question donít ask me

Iíve never left the hood

You wonít outlast me

As for those who want to bad mouth me,

you know revenge is sweet like candy

Girls make boys turn stupid

Donít be angry just be even, try to understand me

Cause settiní me up is no good

I could have my eyes closed and I can still see

And you ainít got one over me

Naw, I wonít let you run over me

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

I must be someone you all wanna be


Iím a baller from east,

never had a day of peace where I didnít want to sort out beef

You think that I donít want to get you back, youíre wrong, man

Mental state is still street

But Iíll just wait Ďtill the day I wake up, come to your house and show you Ďbout beef

As I kid I had a knife in a sheaf on a mountain bike shottin weed

No I ainít a chief


I was slippiní in southwest London

No strap, no Ďchete on my ones with the gash

I had to splurt from southwest London

Wrong place, wrong time, no you canít have a stripe

 

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