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 Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out max, and relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and 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. Put my walkman on and said “I might as well kick it.”

First class yo this is bad drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass is this what the people of Bel-Air live, like this might be all right, but wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and 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 Bel-Air.

Well uh the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!"

Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

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