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+ | Now, this is a story all about how | ||
+ | My life got flipped-turned upside down | ||
+ | And I liked 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 was where I spent most of my days | ||
+ | Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool | ||
+ | And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school | ||
+ | When a couple of guys | ||
+ | Who were up to no good | ||
+ | Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood | ||
+ | I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared | ||
+ | She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air' | ||
− | + | I begged and pleaded with her day after day | |
+ | But she packed my suite case and send 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'. | ||
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+ | First class, yo this is bad | ||
+ | Drinking orang juice out of a champagne glass. | ||
+ | Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? | ||
+ | Hmmmmm this might be alright. | ||
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+ | But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that | ||
+ | Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? | ||
+ | I don't think sow | ||
+ | I'll see when I get there | ||
+ | I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air | ||
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+ | Well, the plane landed and when I came out | ||
+ | There was a dude who looked like a cop and yelled my name out | ||
+ | I ain't trying to get arrested | ||
+ | I just got here | ||
+ | I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared | ||
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+ | 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 can say this cab is rare | ||
+ | But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' | ||
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+ | I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 | ||
+ | And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' | ||
+ | I looked at my kingdom | ||
+ | I was finally there | ||
+ | To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air |
Latest revision as of 03:41, October 7, 2006
Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked 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 was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send 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 orang juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear the pricey booze, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think sow I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop and yelled my name out I ain't trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, 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 can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air