| 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 U HOW I BECAME THE PRINCE OF A TOWN CALLED BEL-AIR IN WEST PHILIDELPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND IS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', RELAXIN', ALL COOL AND ALL SHOOTIN SOME B BALL OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL WHEN A COUPLE OF GUYS WHO WERE UP TO NO GOOD STARTED MAKING TROUBLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD I GOT IN ONE LITTLE FIGHT AND MY MOM GOT SCARED SHE SAID "YOU'RE MOVIN WITH YOUR AUNTY AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR" 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 MAN FORGET IT "YO HOMES TO BEL-AIR" I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT AND I YELLED TO THE CABBY "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 |