Sue Ellen Armstrong

The ass was fat.

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

In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is 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 Started makin' 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 sent 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 Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like Hmmm this might be all right

But wait I hear they'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 uh the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh", and had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

The ass was fat