| Now this is a story all about how
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| my life got twisted up-side-down
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| and i like to take a minute
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| just sit right there
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| And tell you how i bacame the prince of a town called Bel-air
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| In west-philadelphia born and raised
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| On the playground,
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| is where i spent most of my days
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| chillin out max, and relax and all cool
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| and i’ll shooting some people out-side the school
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| when a couple of guys, they were up to no good
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| starting making trouble in my neighbourhood
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| I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. |
| She said
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| «You're moving with your aunty and uncle in Bel-air
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| I whistled for a cab, and when it came near
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| the licensed plate was fresh with a dice in the mirror
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| If anything i could say that this guy was weird
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| but i taught now, forget it.
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| «Yo home to Bel-air»
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| I pulled up to a house about 7. am
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| And i yelled to the cab
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| «well home, smell you later»
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| Looked at my kingdom i was finally there
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| I sit on my throne, thats the prince og Bel-air.
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| END. |