| 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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| Oh my God
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| Yeah, we back motherfucker
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| WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| Roll them in
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| Wrote this song again
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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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bellin , by - WC. Song from the album Ghetto Heisman, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп