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 howI became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia, born an' raised, on the playground is where i spent mosta my days, Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school, When a couple o' guys who were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She 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 sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and saig 'I´d might as well kickin' First class, 'Yo, this is bad' drinkin orange juice out of a champange glass 'Is this what the people of Bel Air live like?' 'Hmm.. this might be allright!' The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat 'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there' I hope they´re prepared for the Prince of Bel Air!
Well I, tha plain land and when I came out there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out 'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here' I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when i came near, The license plate said 'Fresh', And had dice in the mirror, If anything i could say that this cab was rare, But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'
I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
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