Now this is a story all about how my life got flip-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 Philedalphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days, chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool and shootin' some b-ball outside 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 moving with your Aunt and Uncle to a town called 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 "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 you later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the
Prince of Bel-Air.