better than most of dingo's crap
Now this is the story all about how
My life got twistered 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 where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And shootin' some B-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought naw forget it, "yo home to Bel-Air"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homie smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air