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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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the 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 making 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 alright

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

Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out

There was a dude who 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 the house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"

I looked at my kingdom

I was finally there

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