Acrylo - Fresh Prints lyrics
[Acrylo - Fresh Prints lyrics]
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
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
(yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air)
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I
Spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b ball
Outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
And said "You're moving 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
Drinking orange juice out of
A champagne glass is this what the people
Of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, 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
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
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 could say that
This cab was rare
But, I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes
To Bel-Air!"
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
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
(yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air)
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I
Spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b ball
Outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared
And said "You're moving 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
Drinking orange juice out of
A champagne glass is this what the people
Of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, 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
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
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 could say that
This cab was rare
But, I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes
To Bel-Air!"