Garen

This is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And i liked to take a minute And sit right there And 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 makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared She said your movin with your auntie and uncle in bel Air i pegged 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 so 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 champaine glass is this what the people of bel air live like hmm this might be allright but wait i hear persy boy liein is this the type of place they should send this cool cat i don't think so we'll see when i get there i hope they're prepared for the prince of bel air

well ah when the plain landed and i came out there was a dude that looked like a cop standin there with my name out i aint tryin to get arrested yet i just got here i sprang with the quickness of lightning and dissapeared 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 naw forget it yo homes to Bel Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And i yelled to the cabyo homes smell ya later I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air