It's a peice of cake to bake a pretty cake

Since January 7, 2008

Ha, Bhutan 

Now this is a 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,
shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys who we’re 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 Aunte and Uncle in Bel-Air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the
license plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought "naw man, forget it." "Yo homes to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cab "yo, homes smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

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