Kokane - Bellin

Song Rating: 8.30/10

Song lyrics:

Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street n***as

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 a** n***as
Rips to the left
Doggs to the right

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

[Kokane]
Oh my God
Yeah, we back motherf**er
WC niia, niia, BAAM BAAM!

[wc]
Keep it crackin
Im sick of all this bullsh** yacking
Yall done f**ed around
And got the Dub reacting

Lo-lows, broughams
House shoes, or roams
Once again its on n***a
Its time to G on

When it comes to gangsta sh**
Cant too many f** with me
Hang with me
Or ride to the highest level of ridetivity

One to the neck
Two to the neck
Im sticking them
Leaving them scarred

b**h n***as get rode of they yard
Hard
Get off that sh**
You lost that sh**

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

Im the hardest n***a in this game
Famin
The only one remaining
Its time for confrontation

The only one thats gonna swing them thangs
Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With the gun safety on Fn
f** the whole world loc
Im bellin

[Chorus]
[Kokane]
Yeah I got the remedy
To make you want to come and ride with me
You know I keeps it crackin cause its a must
Cause this the way we bell from dawn to dusk
Im a keep banging that gangsta ish And none of yall n***as can f** with it
You know I keeps it crackin cause its a must
Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk

[wc]
Sick as they come
Sick as thay come
WC got that bomb sh**


Thatll numb your tongue

f**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 n***as
Snatch n***as, clap triggers

Leave on the back of the gra** n***as
f** all you rapping a** n***as
Im a thank em
Let my nuts hang

And dick dangle
Come in with the sh** that will make you break them ankles
Cause Im an all-season n***a
Leave yah leaking n***a

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

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

f** a video
Im getting in these hoes
n***a f** what you yellin
Im Bellin

[Chorus]
[Kokane]
If you see me saggin
Dont say nothing
Its just the way we bell

When you see these Chucks
You know I dont give a f**
Its just the way we bell

[wc]
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 n***as what you need
Hit me
Get with me

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

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

Keep it real
When I was skipping on Benzos and Navies
Yall was in tight a** pants with murphys in your khakis
Ducking

Now all of a sudden
n***as start super crippin
So n***a taste these slugs
Tuckin

n***a tuck in your chain and your tail in
And shut the f** up and make way for these fellas
n***a, Im bellin

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 17:00