Guys, this reminds me of the time that I witnessed a murder.
4 years ago, on the bus after school. Kids started shouting out the window, shouting, screaming-like, and pointing. I looked out, to see some guy being beaten with a shovel. I mean beaten. His head was just mauled. People were calling the police from their cellphones. Once I got home, I informed my parents, who already had heard. News travels fast in my neighborhood. After that, my mom got scared and said "You're moving 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
I BEGGED AND PLEADED WITH HER THE OTHER DAY BUT SHE PACKED MY SUITCASE AND SENT ME ON MY WAY SHE AVE ME A KISS AND THE SHE GAVE ME MY TICKET I PUT MY WALKMAN ON AND SAID I MIGHT AS WELL KICK IT FIRST CLASS YO THAT'S BAD DRNKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF A CHAMPAGNE GLASS IS THIS HOW THE PEOPLE OF BEL-AIR LIVING LIKE? HM,THIS MIGHT BE ALRIGHT