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Now, this is a story all about how
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My life got flipped-turned upside down
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And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
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I'll tell you how I fucked the prince of a town called Bel Air
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In my hometown Bel air born and raised
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At the library where I spent most of my days
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Readin' and writin' thinkin' I'm cool
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And upstaging my friends in everything in school
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When a cousin of mine
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Who was up to no good
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Startin makin jokes about my manhood
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He said one lil joke and I got sad
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I said 'Will, you have no idea what you're talking about, now stop or I'll call Dad'
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He laughed at my threat and when it got clear
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That he didn't take me seriously, he slapped my rear
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If anything I can say this act is wierd
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But I thought 'Naw forget it' - 'Will, I am queer!'
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I pulled down his pants, it was about 7 or 8 inches
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And I yelled to my cousin 'Yo homes stick this in my britches'
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He looked at my ass
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It was finally inside
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To sit on my cousin as the fag of Bel Air |