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Published on Sep 18, 2009
I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR ANY OF THE PICTURES INCLUDED!! For those who couldn't seem to find them in the video-
Now, this is the 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 Philadelphia born and raised, On the playground was where I spent most of my days, Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' and all cool And all shootin some B-ball outside of the school, When a couple of guys, They were up to no good, Startin making trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said 'Ya movin' wit ya auntie and uncle in Bel Air.'
I begged and pleaded with her-day after day, But she packed my suitcase 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, Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass, Is this what the people of Bel-Air Livin' like? Hmmmm... this might be alright!
But wait, I hear they're prissy, booze-wine all that, Is this the type of place they just sent 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 a, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out, I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightnin', disappeared!
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "Fresh" and had a 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 about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, Sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.