Now this is 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 a 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 they were up to no good,
startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
i got in one little fight and mom got scared she said,
"you're movin with your auntie 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 gave me my ticket,
i put on my walkman 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 are livin like?
hmmm this might be alright!
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 this cab was rare but i thought
"nah forget it... yo homes to bel-air!"
i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to cab
"yo homes smell ya lata!"
i looked at my kingdom i was finally there
to sit on the throne as the prince of bel-air."
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