Lyrics: Bellin (WC: Ghetto Heisman)

[intro]
Bailing: strolling with a limp, sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A. street niggas
Bailing: 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 bail
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

[Kokane]
Ah! Oh my God, inconceivable!

[WC]
Yeah, we back motherfucker
WC! Ni'a, Ni'a, BANG! BANG!

Keep it cracking
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, time to G on

When it comes to gangsta shit
Can't too many fuck with me
Hang with me or rise 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 I'm in these streets
While you niggas talk that shit

Fuck who Billboard hanging
And who take you banging and singing
I'm the hardest nigga in this game and famine'

The only one remaining
It's time for confrontation
The only one that's gonna sling them things and

Swinging with the Titanium flaming
With my gun safety on F and
Fuck the whole world Loc, I'm bailing

[Kokane]
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

[WC]
Sick as they come, thick as they come
WC got that bomb shit that'll numb your tongue
Fucking it up in my dum-da-da-dumbs
But not a Dump-da-da-dumb

Off a 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 figures, clap triggers
Leave you on your back in 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 you leaking nigga
Thirsty gutter nigga, you's a first week mother 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 y'all yelling I'm bailing

[Chorus]

[Kokane]
If you see me sag
Don't say nothing
It's just the way we bail

When you see these Chucks
You know I don't give a fuck
Just the way we bell

[WC]
Roll them in
Loc it's on again
Pour the Henn'
Pull them out and let them fly
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
And never reached out and touched us, trust us
Then you must have been fucking with busters

Hell yeah, I said it
I'm a hog in this shit
Cause my before me wasn't 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 thuggin'
Super crippin' and blooding' so nigga taste these slugs

Tucking
Nigga tuck your chain and your tail in
And shut the fuck up and make way for these felons
Nigga, I'm bailing