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Amogus hearding
All about how my life got flipped, turned upside down,
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 Philedelphia, born and raised,
on the playground is where i spent most of my days,
chilling, maxin', relaxin' all cool and shooting some b-ball outside of the school,
when a couple of guys, that were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood,
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your aunti and uncle in bel-air,
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the listence plate said fresh and there was a dice in the mirror,
all i could say was that this cab was rare but thought nah 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
full of clams
along with some mussels
going down without any hussel
through downtown
meeting a few clowns
feeling down with a sad frown
the mussels followed