The Fresh Pimp of Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised, nigga
On the playground is where I spent most of my days, nigga
Chillin’ out, maxin’ relaxin’ all cool, nigga
And all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school, nigga
When a couple of guys who were up to no good, nigga
Started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood, nigga
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, nigga
And said you’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air, nigga

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, nigga
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror, nigga
If anything I could say that this cab was rare, nigga
But I thought “Nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!”, nigga
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, nigga
And I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later, nigga
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, nigga
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air, nigga

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