Now this is the 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 where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And shooting some b-ball outside of-a school
When a couple of guys that were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
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 whistled for a cab and when it came near the Licensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "yo, homes smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air
things i like
mates mist
nightsout
football
tennis autumnwanders
redwine katemoss
southerncomfort bedtimes
drawing
lager manchester
MUSIC sofa'sinthegarden
hippos
sunshine theword"gopher" 50pmixes
films
gigs
F1 winenights sheffield
dislikes
wankers
moths
arguing
cows undeservedauthority
whitewine missingleedsfest
rugby cushions
hospitals
wearinglasses
hypocrites pointlesssentences
chelsea/arsenal/liverpool
dermoto'leary
peoplesaying"isthatawig"
