Now this is the story all about howMy life got flipped, turned upside downAnd I’d like to take a minute just sit right thereI’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-airIn west philadelfia born and raisedOn the playground where I spent most of my daysChilling out, maxing, relaxing all coolAnd all shooting some b-ball outside of the schoolWhen a couple of guys said "we’re up in no good"Started making trouble in my neighbourhoodI got in one little fight and my mom got scaredAnd said "you’re moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air"(only the first three episodes of season one)I begged and pleaded with her the other dayBut she packed my suitcase and sent me on my wayShe gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticketI put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick itFirst class, yo this is bad,Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glassIs this what the people of bel-air livin’ like,Hmm this might be alright!I whistled for a cab and when it came near theLicensplate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirrorIf anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-airI pulled up to a house about seven or eightAnd I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later"Looked at my kingdom I was finally thereTo settle my throne as the prince of bel-air