W.C. Bellin Lyrics

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Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street *****s

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 *** *****s
Rips to the left
Doggs to the right

Not for *****s in tight *** jeans and penny loafers
But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
Khakis, house shoes and locs

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

Keep it crackin
I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
Y'all done ****ed around
and got the Dub reacting

Lo-lows, broughams
House shoes, or roams
Once again its on *****
It's time to G on

When it comes to gangsta ****
Can't too many **** 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

***** *****s get rode of they yard
Get off that ****
You lost that ****

See how many streets
While you talk that ****
**** who Billboard hanging
And who take you banging and slanging

I'm the hardest ***** in this game
the only one remaining
It's time for confrontation

The only one that's gonna swing them thangs
Swinging with the ***anium flaming
With the gun safety on F'n
**** 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 *****s can **** 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 ****
that'll numb your tongue

****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 *****s
Snatch *****s, clap triggers

Leave on the back of the grass *****s
**** all you rapping *** *****s
I'm a thank em'
Let my nuts hang

And **** dangle
Come in with the **** that will make you break them ankles
'Cause I'm an all-season *****
Leave yah leaking *****

Thirsty gutter *****
Use a first........ *****
Disappear *****
We gonna be here

Been shifting gears
And doing this **** for years
Off the liquor though
Really though

**** a video
I'm getting in these hoes
***** **** 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 ****
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 *****s what you need
Hit me
Get with me

Get tuned in to the realist ***** in this city
And if you came to LA
You never reached out and touched us
Trust us

Then you must have been ****ing with bustas
Hell yeah, I said it
I'm a hog in this ****
'Cause my before me was none of this walking ****

Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Ya'll was in tight *** pants with murphys in your khakis

Now all of a sudden
*****s start super crippin
So ***** taste these slugs

***** tuck in your chain and your tail in
And shut the **** up and make way for these fellas
*****, I'm bellin
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