Jwalk

No...that's not it. Grandma got run over by me. Seriously. I hate slow drivers. I hate old drivers even more. I hate old drivers who drive slow. I hate old drivers who drive slow who drive Caddies that they can't even see over the steering wheel. I hate people who dont use turn signals. I hate people who don't use turn signals and drive slow. I hate old people who dont use turn signals and drive slow. I need to shoot something. Okay seriously let me tell you now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I liked 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 was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything I can say this cab is rare
but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the 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.