Now, this is a story all about how my egg
got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how my egg became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where Egg spent most of his days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in eggville neighborhood
He got in one little fight and fried mom got scared
She said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’

He begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed his suit case and sent him on his way
She gave him a eggcellent kiss and then she gave him his roll ticket.
He put his 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 egg-kind of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.

But wait he hears they’re prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
He don’t think so!

Fresh Prince of Egg

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