Now this is the story all about howMy life got flipped, turned
upside downAnd I’d like to take a minute just sit right
thereI’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called
bel-airIn west philadelfia born and raisedOn the playground
where I spent most of my daysChilling out, maxing, relaxing all
coolAnd all shooting some b-ball outside of the schoolWhen a
couple of guys said "we’re up in no good"Started making trouble
in my neighbourhoodI got in one little fight and my mom got
scaredAnd said "you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in
bel-air"(only the first three episodes of season one)I begged
and pleaded with her the other dayBut she packed my suitcase and
sent me on my wayShe gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticketI
put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick itFirst class, yo
this is bad,Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glassIs
this what the people of bel-air livin’ like,Hmm this might be
alright!I whistled for a cab and when it came near
theLicensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirrorIf
anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought now
forget it, yo home to bel-airI pulled up to a house about seven
or eightAnd I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you
later"Looked at my kingdom I was finally thereTo settle my
throne as the prince of bel-air