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Miscellany

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#839905 ·published 2007-12-31 09:35 UTC
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To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Hmm this might be alright!
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
First class, yo this is bad,
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
And said you're moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
On the playground where I spent most of my days
In west philadelfia born and raised
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
My life got flipped, turned upside down
Now this is the story all about how