the prince.

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, now I'd like to take a minute, so just sit right there, I'll tell you all about how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

In West Philadelphia, born and raised, in a playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxing all cool, and shooting some B-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood...I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Aunty and Uncle in Bel Air"

I begged and I pleaded with them, 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 in Bel Air live like? Hm, this might be alright.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air!

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and and yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.