Bellin

Album cover art for "Bellin" by WC & Kokane

WC & Kokane - Rap, West Coast Rap

Bellin

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Duration: 3:55

Lyrics

[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, dogs to the right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for niggas sporting khakis, house shoes and locs [Interlude] Ah! Woo, yeah Oh my God! It can save a ho! Yeah, we back motherfucker WC, nee-ah, nee-ah Bang! Bang! Haha Yeah [Verse 1: WC] 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 ride-tivity One to the neck, two to the neck I'm sticking them, leaving them scarred Bitch niggas get rode off they yard, hard Get off that shit, you lost that shit See how many streets while you niggas talk that shit Fuck who Billboard hanging and who take you banging and slanging I'm the hardest nigga in this gamin', famin' The only one remaining, but it's time for confrontation The only one gon' slang them thangs And swanging with the titanium flaming with my gun safety on effin' Fuck the whole world, loc I'm bellin [Chorus: Kokane & WC] Yeah I got the remedy (Uh-huh) To make you wanna come and ride with me (Uh-huh) You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must 'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk (Bellin) I'ma keep banging that gangsta-ish And none of y'all niggas can fuck with it (Na) You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Why?) 'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk [Verse 2: WC] Sick as they come, slick as they come WC got the bomb shit that'll numb your tongue Fucking it up in my dun-da-da-duns, but not a dump-da-da-dun Off a wet one Chucking up the finger, a 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-you-on-your-back-of-the-grass niggas Fuck all you rapping-ass niggas I'ma thank em' Let my nuts hang and dick dangle Come in with that shit that make you break them ankles 'Cause I'm an all-season nigga Leave ya leaking, nigga Thirsty gutter nigga You's a first-week-motha' nigga Disappear, nigga, we gon' 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 y'all yellin' I'm Bellin [Chorus: Kokane & WC] Yeah I got the remedy To make you wanna come and ride with me (Ride) You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Keep it crackin') 'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk I'ma keep banging that gangsta-ish (Keep it bangin') And none of y'all niggas can fuck with it (True) You know I keeps it crackin' 'cause it's a must (Yeah) 'Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk Come on [Bridge: Kokane & WC] If you see me saggin' Don't say nothing It's just the way we bell We bell, we bell Just the way we bell, y'all When you see these Chucks (When you see 'em) You know I don't give a fuck It's just the way we bell Ooh-woo Got to keep it so real Ooh-woo, ooh-woo [Verse 3: WC] Roll 'em in, loc, it's on again Pour the Henn' Pull 'em out and let 'em fly Hang 'em high Put them hankies in the sky (Yeah) Out-of-town niggas, what you need? Hit me, get with me Get tuned in to the realist nigga in the 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 (None) 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 gettin' super-crippin' of blunts 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

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Credits

Writers
  • WC
  • Kokane
  • Brian Wilson (Producer)
  • George Clinton
  • Bootsy Collins