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| 30 Dec 2011 01:08 PM
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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 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 making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'.
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 home to Bel Air.
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight,
And I yelled to the cabby 'Yo home smell you later',
I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
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