The Fresh Prince of Bel Air

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flip turn upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just to sit right here
And tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside 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
She 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
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be all right

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, 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 near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything, I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "nah, forget it, yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later"
Looked to my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on the throne as the Prince of Bel-Air