W.C. Feat. Kokane Bellin Lyrics

[intro]
Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street n____s
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____s
Rips to the left
Doggs to the right
Not for n____s 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_________er
WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!

[WC]
Keep it crackin
I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
Ya'll done f___ed 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____s 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____s 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