Bel Air
 作词 : Rick Ross
 作曲 : Rick Ross
This is the very best of the best

This is top shelf the
Caviar of hip hop

Bel Air

Bel Air Will Smith

Black bottles chill s*it

Bad ******* all present

Raw presence dog clever

Gold dog tags tatted up

Tank tops young ******
Living fabolous

Cali hills Cali ****
Nipsey give a ***** tree by the OZ

Tripping if you think
I'm slipping lil ***** please

Looking at the father of
The southern renaissance

Elevators in the crib on the intercom

Fully automatic weapons
But don't get along
Got my hands on some money
You better get you some

90210 got on my raging bulls

Cole chilling paid in full

Now I got the juice *******
Keep it G with me
At the kings game but
I got the heat with me
Ten stacks you can't even
Take a seat with me
Paparazi taking pics of
The freaks with me
Got a crib full of thugs
Out in bel air

In the room full of lungs
I can smell air

On another phone call
Another mil there

Got a clang down in china
And it's real there

You know they keep it real there

And you know we do the same here

Bel Air Fresh Prince

Jazzy Jeff forty bricks

Uncle Phil he was never there

Now we got the baddest
******* laying everywhere

Call your friends over poetic justice
Janet Jackson braids time
To show me something

Introduce you to my cousin M

Maybe we could shoot a film

To all my jewish friends l'chaim

Bel Air Fresh Prince

Gold bottles excellent
Shout out to young Hov my first deal

The transaction my first meal

Island Def Jam paradise

Yacht club sacrifice
Custom clothes killing
Hoes tag me Rae Carruth
Rumors of being rich which
Is really the truth

This ***** smooth like
I'm Tony Gwynn
Out in vegas Mally Mall
With a couple friends

They say traps want they suckers back
I'm out in Bel Air *****
Where the **** you been

Black bottles bubbling
Black ******* white
******* all loving him

Jewish mob I'm a Moscowitz

You can ask Todd my accomplices

Confident by my many accomplishments
I'm big timing other ****** incompetent

Aguilera Christine

Same thing thing I charge
For the sixteen

Bel Air Fresh Prince

Jazzy Jeff forty bricks

Uncle Phil he was never there
Now we got the baddest
******* laying everywhere

Call your friends over poetic justice

Janet Jackson braids time
To show me something

Introduce you to my cousin M

Maybe we could shoot a film