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July 10th, 2008 (11:37 am)
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Fucking shit
goddamn
what
This is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there tell you how I became prince of a town called Bel-Aire.
In West Philadelphia born and raised on the playground's where I spent most of my days, chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood! I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIRE."
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 could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Aire!"
I. pulled. Up to the house about seven or eight 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-Aire.
In West Philadelphia born and raised on the playground's where I spent most of my days, chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood! I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, "YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIRE."
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 could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Aire!"
I. pulled. Up to the house about seven or eight 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-Aire.