Bellin - Lyrics - Wc

(intro) Bellin Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street *** 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 *** *** Rips to the left Doggs to the right Not for *** in tight *** jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs (Kokane) Oh my God Yeah, we back motherf**ker WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM! (WC) Keep it crackin I'm sick of all this *** yacking Ya'll done f**ked around and got the Dub reacting Lo-lows, broughams House shoes, or roams Once again its on *** It's time to G on When it comes to gangsta *** Can't too many f**k 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 *** *** get rode of they yard Hard Get off that *** You lost that *** See how many streets While you talk that *** F**k who Billboard hanging And who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest *** 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 F**k the whole world loc I'm bellin (Chorus) (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 *** can f**k 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 *** that'll numb your tongue F**king 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 *** *** ***, clap triggers Leave on the back of the grass *** F**k all you rapping *** *** I'm a thank em' Let my nuts hang And *** dangle Come in with the *** that will make you break them ankles Cause I'm an all-season *** Leave yah leaking *** Thirsty gutter *** Use a first........ *** Disappear *** We gonna be here Been shifting gears And doing this *** for years Off the liquor though Really though F**k a video I'm getting in these hoes *** f**k 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 f**k 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 *** what you need Hit me Get with me Get tuned in to the realist *** in this city And if you came to LA You never reached out and touched us Trust us Then you must have been f**king with bustas Hell yeah, I said it I'm a hog in this *** Cause my before me was none of this walking *** Keep it real When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies Ya'll was in tight *** pants with murphys in your khakis Ducking Now all of a sudden *** start super crippin So *** taste these slugs Tuckin *** tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the f**k up and make way for these fellas ***, I'm bellin