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Now this is a story all about how | |||
My life got flipped turned upside down | |||
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there | |||
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air | |||
In West Philadelphia born and raised | |||
On the playground is where I spent most of my days | |||
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool | |||
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school | |||
When a couple of guys who were up to no good | |||
Started making trouble in my neighborhood | |||
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared | |||
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" | |||
I begged and pleaded with her day after day | |||
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way | |||
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket | |||
I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it" | |||
First class, yo, this is bad | |||
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass | |||
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? | |||
Hmmm, this might be all right | |||
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that | |||
Is this the type of place that they should sent this cool cat? | |||
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there | |||
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air | |||
[[Category:Browse]] | Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out | ||
There was a dude looked like a cop standing there with my name out | |||
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here | |||
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared | |||
I whistled for a cab and when it came near | |||
The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror | |||
If anything I could say that this cab was rare | |||
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!" | |||
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight | |||
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later" | |||
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there | |||
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air[[Category:Browse]] | |||
Revision as of 18:31, 25 August 2018
Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it" First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmm, this might be all right But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that Is this the type of place that they should sent this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air
Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air