Please don't ask what went through my head... just shut up and enjoy!
Btw I don't own South Park, nor do I own The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air
One day Stan was doing some Thinking...
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 South Park.
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 doing some Thinking outside of the school.
When a couple of Cartman's, 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 Butters and Kyle to South Park'.
I begged and pleaded with her day after day,
But she packed my suitcase 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 South Park living like?
Hmmmmm 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 South Park.
Well, the blimp landed and when I came out,
There was a dude who like a cop - there with the name out.
I ain't trying to get arrested yet,
I just got here,
I used my normal powers and - like lightning disappeared.
Then whistled for a cab and when it came near,
The license plate said fresh and it had The Rubix Cube in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare,
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to South Park'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8,
And I yelled to the Cartman 'Yo home smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the Prince of South Park.