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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 |
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Just sit right there |
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<span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;text-align:center;">Just sit right there</span> |
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I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Cloudsdale |
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In west Fillydelphia born and raised |
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On the playground was where I spent most of my days |
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Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool |
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And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school |
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When a couple of colts who were up to no good |
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Started making trouble in my neighborhood |
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I got in one little fight and my mom got scared |
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She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Cloudsdale' |
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I begged and pleaded with her day after day |
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But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way |
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She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. |
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I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. |
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First class, yo this is bad |
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Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. |
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Is this what the people of Cloudsdale living like? |
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Hmmm this might be alright. |
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But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that |
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Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? |
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I don't think so |
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<span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;text-align:center;">I don't think so</span> |
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I'll see when I get there |
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I hope they're prepared for the prince of Cloudsdale |
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Well, the plane landed and when I came out |
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There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out |
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I ain't trying to get arrested yet |
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I just got here |
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<span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;text-align:center;">I just got here</span> |
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I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared |
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I whistled for a cab and when it came near |
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The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror |
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If anything I could say that this cab was rare |
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But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Cloudsdale' |
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I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 |
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And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' |
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I looked at my kingdom |
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I was finally there |
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<span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;text-align:center;">I was finally there</span> |
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To sit on my throne as the Prince of Cloudsdale |
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Latest revision as of 20:37, 19 October 2022
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 Cloudsdale
In west Fillydelphia born and raised
On the playground was 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 colts who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Cloudsdale'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case 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
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Cloudsdale living like?
Hmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Cloudsdale
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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, homes to Cloudsdale'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Cloudsdale
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