My name is Jak
I'm like this many years old
You shud hire me because I'm white
And not black
I'm so awesome
And stuff.
And my name is Jak
Now, This is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down. So take a little minute and sit right there and I'll tell you how I became the prince of bel air.
In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground 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, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
Waved for a cab and when it came near. the liscence plate said "Fresh" and the wus dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare
I thought nahhh forget yo holms to bel air.
Ok. Bye.
