[Fresh Prince of Bel Air sample]

[All: Uncle Trill]

Ayy yo my people call me Uncle Trill

I’ve been the law since my finger touched a dollar bill

Live in Bel-Air with the bel-hop

Sendin’ people to the cell block

Man of dimension, the man in the blouse

Swappin’ out spouses for spittin’

Out they spout like clout

Got a grown kid from Philly actin’ white in my house

And if his DJ with the shades shady and loud?

No scuffin’ up my marble man

I’m tossin’ him out

They say I’m white-washed uppity, man

That’s tom-fuckery

Who was there with Malcom?

Who was up in the crowd and

Proposed to his trick on Soul Train

Who was listenin’ to James Brown gettin *it done*

Just to have someone he cares

Tellin’ him he ain’t shit

Boy you better watch your lip, Will

[you’re] just a kid, and I, I played ya pops

More than pops ever did

There’s a reason why I’m eatin’ good

And *ballin’ like this*

While ya mom pack your bags

From your block to my crib

I been there, man, all unfold

Seen my people go cold

Seen my people go numb

From the death drugs gang life, all into one

Better count your lucky stars

You ain’t livin like that

Even though you got it hard

Still growin’ up black

But I got your back son

Can I call you my son?

I see you as one

Right next to Carlton, son

We’re gonna have some deep fights

But I got you, my son

You ain’t used to this life

But still love you my son

I just hope that I can give you

What you never fuckin’ had

Nah not the riches or the rank

Just a dad

Feel me? I love you like my own son, Will

I see you being a bad influence to my own son

And I don’t like that

That means I gotta raise you

Just like I, raise my son

I see you with these clowns

I don’t want you to live that life, man

I want you to live-I want you, to get what I got

Got these-

Got these cars

Got these butlers

Got, you know, one butler

But He’s really good though

That’s the man, i won’t pay him shit

That’s why that one time, that one episode of-

Oh shit, I’m not supposed to know my life’s a TV show-