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"
