Judazs

Now, this is a story all about how
My PENICO 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 country like Bel Air

In west Infernum born and raised
On the tortureground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all kicking some portuguese boys outside of my 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 **** bricks
She said 'You're movin' to IRC to kick out those pr*cks'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case 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 steal, 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, wine all that
Is Bel Air the type of place they 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
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

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 holmes, to Bel Air'