作词 : - 作曲 : - 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 can't 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 **** 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
作词 : - 作曲 : - 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 can't 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 **** 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
