Bellin Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

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 

Y'all 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] 

[Kokane] 

Yeah I got the remedy 

To make you want to 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 dumb-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