Cheat Engine

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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 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 guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making 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 send 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 Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should 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 Bel-Air

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 can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

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 Bel Air

[redslothx]

Is this that famous song called Rickroll?

[Hannah.]

I was expecting a proper story.
Thanks for disappointing me.

[Solomon Grundy]

[xV]

Ok I got it on Monday,
I was too busy Tuesday,
I opened it on Wednesday,
By Thursday I was moving,
Friday it was gone by the weekend I was cruising,
Peak into the alley watch them shoot it like a movie,
Monday comes back and I just redo it,
The letters are OG, I ain't tryin' to GQ it,
Terminator guns I just T2 it,
My eyes are like bullets and I can see too it,
And I’m in the kitchen when they’re ain’t no ham,
Just me and these 28 grams,
Now step aside and let me demonstrate man,
You got to cut it while it’s hot,
Or you end up with a block,
And if you end up with a block,
That’s when you end up with a block,
That is no longer street,
That is not on my shop,
Stubborn ass coke, sit down in my pot,
Every time I turn the fire up,
It just rise to the top.