I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR ANY OF THE PICTURES INCLUDED!!
For those who couldn’t seem to find them in the video-
Lyrics:
Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flip-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’ and all cool
And all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,
When a couple of guys,
They were up to no good,
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said
‘Ya movin’ wit ya 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,
Drinkin’ orange juice out of a champagne glass,
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Livin’ like?
Hmmmm… this might be alright!
But wait, I hear they’re prissy, booze-wine all that,
Is this the type of place they just sent 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 a,
the plane landed and when I came out,
There was a dude looked like a cop standin’ there with my name out,
I ain’t tryin’ to get arrested yet
I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness like lightnin’, disappeared!
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,
The license plate said “Fresh” and had a dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that 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 the cabbie “Yo homes, smell ya later!”
Looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there,
Sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.
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