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3 October
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.