Prepare for my great singing guys
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 and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. 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 suit case 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 of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright!
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that. Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so-I'll see when I get there-I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. 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 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, holmes to Bel Air!' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo holmes smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
