Bellin Strolling with a limp Sagging hard Mainly done by L.A street niggas 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 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 Ya'll 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 Hard 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 Famin 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 wanna 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 dum-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 Ducking Now all of a sudden Niggas start super crippin So nigga taste these slugs Tuckin Nigga tuck in your chain and your tail in And shut the fuck up and make way for these fellas Nigga, I'm bellin

(Verse: WC) We been through SL Coupe Wrist froze like Igloo Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking A peak so I know you live these gangsters Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is Dub what's crackalatin Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother f**ka' we should get to know each other (Chorus: Case) Come take a ride with me baby Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt (Verse: WC) Ain't no denying I'm straight buying You in that tight skirt Cause baby you got my flirt Shutting all rookies down Stub down Dub Cezzy A.k.a. Pussy Hound Who was snitching, punany technician Trying to make your head off from multiple positions Off a yatch and moet I fiend for sex, menage a trois and getting freaky of that ass Cause I insert it Squirt it wit you on top jerking it Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working wit" Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it Show you how a thug hit it Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides Trying to do the damn thing wit you And your girl at the same time No commitments to make the butt riches, a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt (Chorus) (Verse: WC) I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer No matter what you call it baby I'm a f**kaholic Trying to get you on the lizo to blow And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea Make you smack hit it from the back While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate No matter the color or size, I can't hate I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica Nasty long tongue known for licking ya I might trick a little just to keep the litter But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip I'm mashing to smashing There's too many asses I can't role past them, I'm getting at them (Chorus) (2x) (Outro: WC + (Case)) (You me, Dub-Cee) Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt) Case (that's me) New millenium shit (baby baby babe)

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow