Journal #6540

So last night I was out doing some serious drinking. It was pretty fun, until we decided to play basketball. We were just chillin' shooting some hoops when a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in our neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said "your moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suite case 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 alright. I whisted 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 home to Bel-Air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight I yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later! Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.