Bellin Lyrics

Bellin lyrics

f/ Kokane



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[intro]

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

Ya'll 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 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 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 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 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