Now, this is a story all 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, startin 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 whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought, "Now 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". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.