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, maxin' 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 making trouble in my neighborhood
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 she gave me my ticket
I 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 living like?
Hmmm, 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 Bel-Air!

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing 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, homes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne
As the Prince of Bel-Air

*knocking on door*
*rubbing hands together*
*looking at camera smiling*
*head twirl*