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Slave To The Prince Of Bel-Air

 

Slave To The Prince Of Bel-Air


(What we've got on the inside)
(Toys all sizes come to life)

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 is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be all right
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air

Well, uh
The plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude, looked like a cop, standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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, Holmes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled
Up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo', Holmes, smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

(You won't believe your eyes)
(Once you notice)
(What we've got on the inside)
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!)
(You don't need to fray)
(Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day)
(Alright, let me, see it, c'mon, just, c'mon!)

You won't believe your eyes
Once you notice
What we've got on the inside
Nod your head! Yeah, like the black suit scumbag!
I said nod your head! The black suit scumbag!
You don't need to fray
Hugs are what we pay, held tightly 'till the day
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Nod your head, like the black suit scumbag!

I said nod your head! The black suit scumbag!

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