[intro]
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Bellin
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Strolling with a limp
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Sagging hard
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Mainly done by L.A street niggas
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Bellin
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Is not just a casual stroll
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But a way of life
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A movement
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First you take the rag
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Crease it
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Place it in your back pocket
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And bell
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But remember
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For all you square ass niggas
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Rips to the left
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Doggs to the right
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Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers
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But highly recommended for nigaas sporting
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Khakis, house shoes and locs
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[Kokane]
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Oh my God
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Yeah, we back motherfucker
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WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!
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[WC]
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Keep it crackin
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I'm sick of all this bullshit yacking
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Ya'll done fucked around
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and got the Dub reacting
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Lo-lows, broughams
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House shoes, or roams
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Once again its on nigga
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It's time to G on
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When it comes to gangsta shit
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Can't too many fuck with me
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Hang with me
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or ride to the highest level of ridetivity
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One to the neck
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Two to the neck
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I'm sticking them
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Leaving them scarred
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Bitch niggas get rode of they yard
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Hard
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Get off that shit
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You lost that shit
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See how many streets
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While you talk that shit
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Fuck who Billboard hanging
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And who take you banging and slanging
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I'm the hardest nigga in this game
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Famin
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the only one remaining
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It's time for confrontation
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The only one that's gonna swing them thangs
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Swinging with the Titanium flaming
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With the gun safety on F'n
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Fuck the whole world loc
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I'm bellin
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[Chorus]
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[Kokane]
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Yeah I got the remedy
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To make you wanna come and ride with me
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You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
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Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
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I'm a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of ya'll niggas can fuck with it
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You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must
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Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk
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[WC]
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Sick as they come
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Sick as thay come
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WC got that bomb shit
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that'll numb your tongue
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Fucking it up
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in my dum-da-da-dumbs
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Not a Dump-da-da-dumb
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Off that wet one
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Chucking up the finger and thumb
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Scrap it
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Clack-clack it
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And toss the liquor
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Clip the barrel
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And hang out the window
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And get off on niggas
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Snatch niggas, clap triggers
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Leave on the back of the grass niggas
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Fuck all you rapping ass niggas
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I'm a thank em'
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Let my nuts hang
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And dick dangle
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Come in with the shit that will make you break them ankles
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Cause I'm an all-season nigga
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Leave yah leaking nigga
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Thirsty gutter nigga
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Use a first........ nigga
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Disappear nigga
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We gonna be here
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Been shifting gears
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And doing this shit for years
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Off the liquor though
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Really though
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Fuck a video
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I'm getting in these hoes
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Nigga fuck what you yellin
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I'm Bellin
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[Chorus]
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[Kokane]
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If you see me saggin
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Don't say nothing
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It's just the way we bell
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When you see these Chucks
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You know I don't give a fuck
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It's just the way we bell
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[WC]
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Roll them in
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Wrote this song again
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...
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Pull them out and let them glide
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Hang them high
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Put them hankies in the sky
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Out of town niggas what you need
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Hit me
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Get with me
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Get tuned in to the realist nigga in this city
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And if you came to LA
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You never reached out and touched us
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Trust us
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Then you must have been fucking with bustas
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Hell yeah, I said it
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I'm a hog in this shit
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Cause my before me was none of this walking shit
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Keep it real
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When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
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Ya'll was in tight ass pants with murphys in your khakis
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Ducking
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Now all of a sudden
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Niggas start super crippin
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So nigga taste these slugs
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Tuckin
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Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in
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And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas
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Nigga, I'm bellin
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Bellin (featuring Kokane)
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| W.C. |
