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My Horse 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 horse of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the ranch was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the barn
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble on my propertty
I got in one little fight and the farmer got scared
He said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'
I begged and pleaded with him day after day
But he packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
He gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkhorse 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 horses of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.