Bellin WC (Ft. Kokane)

[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