Bel Air

“bel air,” when used as a verb, means to copy a story that another person has posted to the internet and replace the last half with the lyrics to “fresh prince of bel-air,” starting with the line where my mom got scared and said “you’re moving with your auntie and your uncle in bel-air.” i whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said “fresh” and there were dice in the mirror. if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to bel-air. i pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said 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.
that dude posted about his gf on a forum but his post totally got bel air’d.

ah yes… bel air high school.. full of mold, drugs, and goth kids
or blair as bmorians like to call it. a place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their rich kids who all drive convertables. the harford mall is the hang-out spot(that no one seems to remember pre-gap) for the mall rats in middle school. when you hit high school, this can be upgraded to the plaza, aka the parking lot between mcd’s and superfresh. this usually doesnt last long, until you are all kicked out to wawa down the street. there is nothing to do in this town, except smoke pot and have s-x. harford county is the number 2 county in the nation for growing pot, and its not a suprise. there is some kid everyother house who gorws pot either hiding it from their parents, or smoking it with them.
next time you come to bel air, knock on a random door to score some home grown weed(if they don’t, try the next door) and bang their mom. it’s ok, you are in bel air.
guy1: can i score some marijuana?
guy2: if i can bang your mom.
where will smith grew up with his aunt and uncle so that he could get a better education
in west philadelphia
born and raised
on the playground is where i spent
most of my days
chilling out, maxing
and relaxing all cool
and all shooting some b-ball
outside of school
when a couple of guys
they were up to no good
started making trouble in our neighborhood
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared
she said your moving
in with your auntie and uncle in bel-air
to begin a story, often in an online message board, but to have it fade into the lyrics to the fresh prince of bel-air.
i’m f-cking sick of kidiots who bel-air the forums all the time.
or blair as bmorians like to call it. a place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their rich kids who all drive convertables. the harford mall is the hang-out spot(that no one seems to remember pre-gap) for the mall rats in middle school. when you hit high school, this can be upgraded to the plaza, aka the parking lot between mcd’s and superfresh. this usually doesnt last long, until you are all kicked out to wawa down the street. there is nothing to do in this town, except smoke pot and have s-x. harford county is the number 2 county in the nation for growing pot, and its not a suprise my mom got scared she said “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 had dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah, forget it, yo homes to bel-air. i pulled up to a house about seven or eight and i yelled to the cabbie yo homes, smell you later. looked at my kingdom i was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
will smith, the fresh prince of bel air
to ridicule a post by means of inserting the lyrics to bel air
or blair as bmorians like to call it. a place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their mom got scared
and said “you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air”

i begged and pleaded with her the other day
but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
she gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
i put my walkman on and said i might as well kick it

first cl-ss, yo this is bad,
drinking orange juice out of a champagne gl-ss
is this what the people of bel air are livin like,
hmm this might be alright!

i whistled for a cab and when it came near the
licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
if anything i could say that this cab was rare
but i thought now forget it, yo homes to bel-air

i pulled up to a house about seven or eight
and i yelled to the cabby “yo homes, smell you later!”
looked at my kingdom i was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air
is a mixture of 4 groups of people, thugs who get f-cked up, preppy kids who get f-cked up, the kids that fall in between and get f-cked up, and then the dorky kids that don’t go out everynight, black out and bang some skee-o. the thugs dont respect the preppy kids cause they think they’re gay, preppy kids don’t respect the thugs cause they think they’re gay, and no one respects the dorky kids cause their virgins. the other guys manage to do alright for themselves, and can be found smoking a blunt, chugging a beer, or disrespecting a girl, in a public place or private, at basically any time of the day. some kids hang out at harford mall and the superfresh parking lot, both of which are gay. some kids get wasted in eachothers houses, but no one consistently has something great to do. tree is easier to get then beer, and chances are in the course of your time here, at least 150 people will talk sh-t about you behind your back. you’ll also have at least two run-ins with kids whom you’ve never met but somehow managed to p-ss off.
“yo mother f-cker i heard you been talking mad sh-t yo”

“who are you? you smell.”

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