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Now this is the 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
And all 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
And said you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-air
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-air livin’ like,
Hmm this might be all right!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said 'Fresh' and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Now forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-air!'
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby 'Yo, homes, smell you later!'
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
- I made a page for The Octoroon after we read it for Theatre History class! Check it out!
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