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    "Bellin" Lyrics

    WC feat. Kokane

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    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

    Oh my God it can save us all
    Yeah we back motherfucker
    W.C. niia, niia, baam baam
    Nigga keep the lights on
    I gotta put it down

    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 it's 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 but it's time for confrontation
    The only one gon' swing them thangs an' swinging
    With the Titanium flaming with my gun safety on FN
    Fuck the whole world look I'm bellin

    And now 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 gangst ish
    And none of y'all 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

    Sick as they come, sick as thay come
    W.C. 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 but thumb

    Scrap it clack-clack it and toss the liquor
    Clip the barrel, hang out the window and get off on niggas
    Snatch niggas, clap triggers
    Leave you 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 [Incomprehensible] 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

    And now 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 gangstaish
    And none of y'all 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

    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

    Roll 'em in wrote this song again
    [Incomprehensible]
    Pull 'em out and let them glide
    Hang 'em high
    Put 'em 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 L.A.
    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 before me was none of this walking shit
    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 niggas start give super crippin'
    [Incomprehensible] 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
    This song was submitted on January 10th, 2011 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William Calhoun, George Clinton, William Bootsy Collins, Jerry Long, Brian Wilson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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