Slippin’ Wiley

[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