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WC lyrics : "Bellin"

(feat. Kokane)

[intro]

Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard

Mainly done by L.A street ^!$$%s
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 $$# ^!$$%s
Rips to the left

Doggs to the right
Not for ^!$$%s in tight $$# jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting

Khakis, house shoes and locs

[Kokane]

Oh my God
Yeah, we back mother$#&@er
WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!


[WC]
Keep it crackin

I'm sick of all this bull%#@! yacking
Ya'll done $#&@ed 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 $#&@ 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

(*##$ ^!$$%s get rode of they yard
Hard
Get off that %#@!

You lost that %#@!
See how many streets
While you talk that %#@!

$#&@ 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

$#&@ 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 ^!$$%s can $#&@ 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
$#&@ing 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 ^!$$%s

Snatch ^!$$%s, clap triggers
Leave on the back of the grass ^!$$%s
$#&@ all you rapping $$# ^!$$%s
I'm a thank em'
Let my nuts hang

And dick 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
$#&@ a video

I'm getting in these hoes
^!$$% $#&@ 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 $#&@
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 ^!$$%s what you need
Hit me
Get with me
Get tuned in to the realist ^!$$% in this city
And if you came to LA
You never reached out and touched us

Trust us
Then you must have been $#&@ing 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 $$# pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking
Now all of a sudden
^!$$%s start super crippin
So ^!$$% taste these slugs
Tuckin
^!$$% tuck in your chain and your tail in
And shut the $#&@ up and make way for these fellas
^!$$%, I'm bellin

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