The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air
Now, this is a 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 Air
In West Philadelphia born and raisedOn the playground was where I spent most of my daysChillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all coolAnd all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no goodStartin' making trouble in my neighborhoodI got in one little fight and my Mom got scaredAnd said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after dayBut she packed my suitcase and send me on my wayShe gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticketI put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'
First class, yo this is badDrinking orange juice out of a champagne glassIs this what the people of Bel Air living like?Hmm, this might be alright
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all thatIs this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?I don't think so, I'll see when I get thereI hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came outThere 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 nearThe license plate said 'fresh' and it had dice in the mirrorIf anything I can say that this cab was rareBut I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'I looked at my kingdom, I was finally thereTo sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air