Kokane - Bellin lyrics

Bellin Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street n***as 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***as Rips to the left Doggs to the right Not for n***as 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 motherf**er WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM! [wc] Keep it crackin I'm sick of all this bullsh** yacking Y'all done f**ed around And got the Dub reacting Lo-lows, broughams House shoes, or roams Once again its on n***a It's time to G on When it comes to gangsta sh** 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**h n***as get rode of they yard Hard Get off that sh** You lost that sh** See how many streets While you talk that sh** f** who Billboard hanging And who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest n***a 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 f** the whole world loc I'm bellin [Chorus] [Kokane] Yeah I got the remedy To make you want to 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***as 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 sh** That'll numb your tongue f**ing it up In my dumb-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***as Snatch n***as, clap triggers Leave on the back of the gra** n***as f** all you rapping a** n***as I'm a thank em' Let my nuts hang And dick dangle Come in with the sh** that will make you break them ankles 'Cause I'm an all-season n***a Leave yah leaking n***a Thirsty gutter n***a Use a first........ n***a Disappear n***a We gonna be here Been shifting gears And doing this sh** for years Off the liquor though Really though f** a video I'm getting in these hoes n***a 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***as what you need Hit me Get with me Get tuned in to the realist n***a in this city And if you came to LA You never reached out and touched us Trust us Then you must have been f**ing with bustas Hell yeah, I said it I'm a hog in this sh** 'Cause my before me was none of this walking sh** 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***as start super crippin So n***a taste these slugs Tuckin n***a tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the f** up and make way for these fellas n***a, I'm bellin