N-to-tha-izzow, this is a story all `bout how
my life gots flipped-turned upside down
and i liked ta takes a minutizzles sit right there
ill tizzle you how i became tha prince of a ghetto called bel air
in wizzay philadelphia bizzle n raised
on tha playground was where i spent miznost of mah days
chillin out maxin relaxin all cool
and all shootin some b-ball outside of tha school
when a couple of guys
who wizzy up ta no good
startin hatin' trouble in mah neighborhood
i gots in one shawty fight n mah mom gots scared
she said yoe movin wit yo auntie n uncle in bel air
i begged n pleaded wit her day afta day
but she packed mah suite case n send me on mah way
she gave me a kiss n then she gave me mah ticket.
i put mah walkman on n said, i might as W-to-tha-izzell kick it.
first class, yo this is bad
drink'n orange juice out a champagne glass.
is this what tha thugz of bel-air liv'n like?
hmmmmm this might be aight.
But wait I hear therere prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air tha type of place they send this coo` cat?
I dont think sow
Ill see whiznen I git there
I hizzle theyre prepared fo` tha prince of Bel-Air
Well, tha plane landed n when I came out
There was a homey who looked like a cop stand'n there wit mah name out
I aint bustin' ta git arrested
I jizzy gots here
I sprang wit tha quickness like lighten'n, disappeared
I whistled fo` a cab n wizzle it came near
The license plate said fresh n it had dizzy in tha mirror
If anyth'n I can say this cab is rare
But I thought Now forget it - Yo homes ta Bel Air
I pulled up ta tha hizouse `bout 7 or 8
And I yelled ta tha cabbie Yo homes smell ya later
I looked at mah kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on mah throne as tha Prince of Bel Air
Tranzilated by Textilizer... lol
Last edited by ceslayer23 (2008-05-22 14:26:42)
