Bellin

WC

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    [intro]
    Bellin
    Strolling with a limp
    Sagging hard
    Mainly done by L.A street niggas
    Bellin
    Is not just a casual stroll
    But a way of life
    A movement
    First you take the rag
    Crease it
    Place it in your back pocket
    And bell
    But remember
    For all you square ass niggas
    Rips to the left
    Doggs to the right
    Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
    But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
    Khakis, house shoes and locs

    [Kokane]
    Oh my God
    Yeah, we back motherfucker
    WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!

    [WC]
    Keep it crackin
    I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
    Ya'll done fucked around
    and got the Dub reacting
    Lo-lows, broughams
    House shoes, or roams
    Once again its on nigga
    It's time to G on
    When it comes to gangsta shit
    Can't too many fuck with me
    Hang with me
    or ride to the highest level of ridetivity
    One to the neck
    Two to the neck
    I'm sticking them
    Leaving them scarred
    Bitch niggas get rode of they yard
    Hard
    Get off that shit
    You lost that shit
    See how many streets
    While you talk that shit
    Fuck who Billboard hanging
    And who take you banging and slanging
    I'm the hardest nigga in this game
    Famin
    the only one remaining
    It's time for confrontation
    The only one that's gonna swing them thangs
    Swinging with the Titanium flaming
    With the gun safety on F'n
    Fuck the whole world loc
    I'm bellin

    [Chorus]

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    [Kokane]
    Yeah I got the remedy
    To make you wanna come and ride with me
    You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
    Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
    I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it
    You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
    Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk

    [WC]
    Sick as they come
    Sick as thay come
    WC got that bomb shit
    that'll numb your tongue
    Fucking it up
    in my dum-da-da-dumbs
    Not a Dump-da-da-dumb
    Off that wet one
    Chucking up the finger and thumb
    Scrap it
    Clack-clack it
    And toss the liquor
    Clip the barrel
    And hang out the window
    And get off on niggas
    Snatch niggas, clap triggers
    Leave on the back of the grass niggas
    Fuck all you rapping ass niggas
    I'm a thank em'
    Let my nuts hang
    And dick dangle
    Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles
    Cause I'm an all-season nigga
    Leave yah leaking nigga
    Thirsty gutter nigga
    Use a first........ nigga
    Disappear nigga
    We gonna be here
    Been shifting gears
    And doing this shit for years
    Off the liquor though
    Really though
    Fuck a video
    I'm getting in these hoes
    Nigga fuck what you yellin
    I'm Bellin

    [Chorus]

    [Kokane]
    If you see me saggin
    Don't say nothing
    It's just the way we bell

    When you see these Chucks
    You know I don't give a fuck
    It's just the way we bell

    [WC]
    Roll them in
    Wrote this song again
    ...
    Pull them out and let them glide
    Hang them high
    Put them hankies in the sky
    Out of town niggas what you need
    Hit me
    Get with me
    Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city
    And if you came to LA
    You never reached out and touched us
    Trust us
    Then you must have been fucking with bustas
    Hell yeah, I said it
    I'm a hog in this shit
    Cause my before me was none of this walking shit
    Keep it real
    When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
    Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis
    Ducking
    Now all of a sudden
    Niggas start super crippin
    So nigga taste these slugs
    Tuckin
    Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in
    And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas
    Nigga, I'm bellin

    Song details

    Composition: B.J. Wilson and J.B. Long

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