The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

Now, this is a story, all about 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

Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

And said: You're movin' with your 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?

Hmm, this might be alright!

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that

Is this the type of place that they should send 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, uh

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 lightning, 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 home, to Bel-Air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie: Yo home, smell ya later

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air