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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, 'Treddin’ 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 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, yo]


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 cant 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

 

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