Rick Ross - Bel Air lyrics

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Rick Ross - Bel Air lyrics

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 sh** Bad b**hes, all present Raw presence, dog clever Gold dog tags, tatted up Tank tops, young n***as living fabolous Cali hills, Cali weed Nipsey give a n***a tree by the OZ Tripping if you think I'm slipping lil n***a 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, b**hes 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 its 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 b**hes 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 j**ish 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 k**ing hoes, (tag me raise the roof[?]) Rumors of being rich, which is really the truth This n***a smooth like I'm Tony Gwynn Out in vegas, Mally Mall with a couple friends They say traps, want they s**ers back I'm out in Bel Air n***a where the f** you been Black bottles, bubbling Black b**hes, white b**hes 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 naggers 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 b**hes 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 j**ish friends, L'chaim