Fresh price of bel-air
Now this is the 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 Philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said “we’re up in no good”
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said “you’re moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air”
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin’ and 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 livin’ like,
Hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said “Fresh” and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby “Yo, home smell you later”
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
