"Bellin" as written by Jerry Long, W. Calhoun and B.j. Wilson....
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street niggas

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

Oh my God
Yeah, we back motherfucker
WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!

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 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
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
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


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 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

Sick as they come
Sick as thay come
WC got that bomb shit
that'll numb your tongue

Fucking 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 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


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

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

Now all of a sudden
Niggas start super crippin
So nigga taste these slugs

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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"Bellin" as written by George Clinton William Calhoun

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