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Now, this is a story all about how |
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My life got flipped-turned upside down |
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And I'd like to take a minute |
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Just sit right there |
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I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air |
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In west Philadelphia born and raised |
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On the playground was where I spent most of my days |
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Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool |
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And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school |
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When a couple of guys who were up to no good |
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Started making trouble in my neighborhood |
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I got in one little fight and my mom got scared |
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She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' |
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I begged and pleaded with her day after day |
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But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way |
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She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. |
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I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. |
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First class, yo this is bad |
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Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. |
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Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? |
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Hmmmmm this might be alright. |
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But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that |
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Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? |
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I don't think so |
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I'll see when I get there |
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I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air |
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Well, the plane landed and when I came out |
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There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out |
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I ain't trying to get arrested yet |
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I just got here |
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I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared |
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I whistled for a cab and when it came near |
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The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror |
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If anything I could say that this cab was rare |
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But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air' |
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I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 |
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And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' |
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I looked at my kingdom |
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I was finally there |
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To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air |
