Crack Like the 80s Is Back

But My Grandma Says I'm Cool

16 October
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Well here's a little 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. Chillin out, maxin, relaxin, all cool and I was shootin some B-Ball outside after school when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving in with your Aunty and Uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and it had dice on the mirror. If anything I could say this cab is rare, but I thought "Naw forget it, Yo homes to Bel Air!" I, pulled, up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.