Bellin lyrics

[Intro]
Bellin
Strolling with a limp, sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A. street n*ggas
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 n*ggas
Rips to the left, dogs to the right
Not for n*ggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for n*ggas sporting khakis, house shoes and locs

[Interlude]
Ah!
Woo, yeah
Oh my God! It can save a ho!
Yeah, we back motherf*cker
WC, nee-ah, nee-ah
Bang! Bang! Haha
Yeah

[Verse 1: WC]
Keep it crackin'
I'm sick of all this bullsh*t yacking
Y'all done f*cked around and got the Dub reacting
Lo-lows, broughams
House shoes or roams
Once again, it's on, n*gga
It's time to G on
When it comes to gangsta sh*t, can't too many f*ck with me
Hang with me or ride to the highest level of ride-tivity
One to the neck, two to the neck
I'm sticking them, leaving them scarred
b*tch n*ggas get rode off they yard, hard
Get off that sh*t, you lost that sh*t
See how many streets while you n*ggas talk that sh*t
f*ck who Billboard hanging and who take you banging and slanging
I'm the hardest n*gga in this gamin', famin'
The only one remaining, but it's time for confrontation
The only one gon' slang them thangs
And swanging with the titanium flaming with my gun safety on effin'
f*ck the whole world, loc
I'm bellin
[Chorus: Kokane & WC]
Yeah I got the remedy (Uh-huh)
To make you wanna come and ride with me (Uh-huh)
You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must
'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk (Bellin)
I'ma keep banging that gangsta-ish
And none of y'all n*ggas can f*ck with it (Na)
You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Why?)
'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk

[Verse 2: WC]
Sick as they come, slick as they come
WC got the bomb sh*t that'll numb your tongue
f*cking it up in my dun-da-da-duns, but not a dump-da-da-dun
Off a wet one
Chucking up the finger, a thumb
Scrap it, clack-clack it and toss the liquor
Clip the barrel and hang out the window and get off on n*ggas
Snatch n*ggas, clap triggers
Leave-you-on-your-back-of-the-grass n*ggas
f*ck all you rapping-ass n*ggas
I'ma thank em'
Let my nuts hang and di*k dangle
Come in with that sh*t that make you break them ankles
'Cause I'm an all-season n*gga
Leave ya leaking, n*gga
Thirsty gutter n*gga
You's a first-week-motha' n*gga
Disappear, n*gga, we gon' be here
Been shifting gears and doing this sh*t for years
Off the liquor though
Really though, f*ck a video
I'm getting in these hoes
n*gga, f*ck what y'all yellin'
I'm Bellin
[Chorus: Kokane & WC]
Yeah I got the remedy
To make you wanna come and ride with me (Ride)
You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Keep it crackin')
'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
I'ma keep banging that gangsta-ish (Keep it bangin')
And none of y'all n*ggas can f*ck with it (True)
You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Yeah)
'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
Come on

[Bridge: Kokane & WC]
If you see me saggin'
Don't say nothing
It's just the way we bell
We bell, we bell
Just the way we bell, y'all
When you see these Chucks (When you see 'em)
You know I don't give a f*ck
It's just the way we bell
Ooh-woo
Got to keep it so real
Ooh-woo, ooh-woo

[Verse 3: WC]
Roll 'em in, loc, it's on again
Pour the Henn'
Pull 'em out and let 'em fly
Hang 'em high
Put them hankies in the sky (Yeah)
Out-of-town n*ggas, what you need?
Hit me, get with me
Get tuned in to the realist n*gga in the city
And if you came to L.A., you never reached out and touched us
Trust us
Then you must have been f*cking with bustas
Hell yeah, I said it, I'm a hog in this sh*t
'Cause, before me, was none of this walking sh*t (None)
Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Y'all was in tight-ass pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking
Now, all of a sudden, n*ggas start gettin' super-crippin' of blunts
So n*gga taste these slugs
Tuckin'
n*gga, tuck in your chain and your tail in and shut the f*ck up and make way for these fellas
n*gga, I'm bellin