YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!!!
Created on: August 31st, 2006
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started making trouble in my neighborhood.. i got in one lil fight and my mom got scared and said your moving in with ur aunti and uncle in belaire.. i wistled for a cab and when it came near the liscene plate said fresh and dice in in the mirror if anything i could say this cab was rare but i said naa forget it.. yo home to belaire!
You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." 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 weird, but I thought "Nah, forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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