Fresh Prince of LA

Lyrical stylings courtesy of Stephumz and Braid Girl

Now this is a story, all about how

my life got flipped, turned upside-down,

And I'd like to take a minute,

So just sit right there,

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Los Angeles

In the New York suburbs, born and raised,

In the basement is where I spent most of my days

Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,

And all mixin' some new tunes outside of the school

When a couple of teenies, who were up to no good,

Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood,

I had to hide one too many times and Ned got scared

He said 'You're movin with the gents to a pad in LA!'

I begged and pleaded with him day after day

But he packed up my keyboard and sent me on my way

He gave me some ray bans

And then he gave me my ticket

I put my Ipod on and said 'Might as well kick it!'

First class

Yo this is bad

Drinkin Starbucks out of a champagne glass

Is this what the people in LA livin like?

Hmm...this might be alright

The plane landed and when I came out

There were the gents, looked like rockstars,

standin there with my name out

I ain't tryin to get teenies yet

I just got here

I ran with keyboard

and like lightening speed disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said 'Braid Girl'

And had ray bans in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to LA!'

I pulled up to the apartment about seven or eight,

I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo man, smell ya later!'

I looked at my kingdom,

I was finally there!

Sittin' with the gents as the princes of LA!