|Now this is a story all
my cock got chopped, turned inside out
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell how lost the feeling in my bell end
|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
|As a native European born
with a foreskin is how I spent most of my days
chilling out, maxing, retracting all cool
and playing with myself inside of the school
when a couple of Jews, they were up to no good
started making trouble in my manhood
I got in one little check up and my doc got scared
and said "we're going to have to amputate the effected area"
|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
And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
||I begged and pleaded
with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then 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 Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
||But wait I hear
there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
|They put me out with gas
and when I came to
I had stitches in my dick and blood on my legs
If anything I could say my penis was bare
and I got a keratin layer on my bell end
But I pulled up my shaft skin to about CI 7 or 8
and yelled to my penis "yo homes smell you later!"
Looked at my foreskin it was finally there
and that how I got a nice fresh bell end.
|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 that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah 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