Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

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
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said: "We're up to no good"
Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said: "You're moving 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 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
Hmmm, this might be alright

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 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