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Now this is 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 Philadelphia, born and raised; on a playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out, maxin, relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys they were up to no good, startin makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and mom got scared she said, "you're movin 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 gave me my ticket, I put on my walkman and said "I might as well kick it". First class yo this is bad, drinkin orange juice out of a champagne glass... Is this what the people of Bel-Air are livin like? Hmmm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare but I thought "Nah forget it... Yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to cab "Yo Homes Smell ya lata!" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on the throne as the Prince of Bel-Air."