I made this one up one night while on 2 marijuanas
So here it goes..
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 all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they 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
License plate 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
"Anyways, threads for eheath loses 30 pounds, removes the dick out of his ass, gets laid, orders weightwatchers, gets a degree from college that can be applied to a job, learns how to ski and douches. Until then, continue" -ECB
"I am an artist. My skis are my paintbrush and the mountains are my canvas" -Garrett Russell