A homeless Salvation Army Santa. Widely regarded as the upper crust of the homeless, thereby earning the princely designation.
by Faucet Eye December 09, 2008
BAKED!!
(secret way of tellin friends you're baked without sayin the actual words and announcing to everyone around you that you're high)
Just a little thing that me and me friends say...
(secret way of tellin friends you're baked without sayin the actual words and announcing to everyone around you that you're high)
Just a little thing that me and me friends say...
Friend: "Why you're eyes so red man, and why you laughing so damn much?"
Me: "I'm fresh up out the oven man, I jst polished off a fatty with homie over there.."
Me: "I'm fresh up out the oven man, I jst polished off a fatty with homie over there.."
by Wa5t3dY0uth May 30, 2008
Now this is a story all about how
My life 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 prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my 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 makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
Hmmm, this might be all right
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 rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
My life 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 prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my 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 makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
Hmmm, this might be all right
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 rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
"This how I became the fresh prince of bell-air"
by Wendies Chicken Tendies December 12, 2017
by yvette the o.g! November 11, 2006
"for a long time it gave me nightmares to witness an injustice like that. the way they mocked him! 'silly rabbit, trix are for kids!' why couldn't they just give him some cereal?!"
by Alcatraz Psycho Ward Outpatient August 27, 2005
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