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 was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shooting 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 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 Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright.
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 about 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