The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air

Ah, now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down

I'd like to take a minute just sit right there. Tell you how it became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

I am West Philadelphia, born and raised on a playground where I spend most of my days

Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' so cool

And I was shootin' some people outside of the school when a couple of guys were up no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight my mom got scared

I whistled for a cab when it came near The license plate said "Fresh Ned Dyson" in

the mirror If anything I said, "Well, this cab is real"

I thought, "Nah, forget it, yo homie, it's the Bel-Air"

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight And yelled for the cab, "Yo, homie, I'll smell

you later!"

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there I sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air