| 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 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 whistled for a cab and when it 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, homes to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight, 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! |
