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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
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
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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
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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
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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