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 'Id 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 Id hear the percy, boots white and all
I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat
'I dont think so', 'I see what i get there'
I hope theyre 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 aint 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,-aca
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