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