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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 was where I spent most of my days,
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' and all cool And all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,
When a couple of guys, They were up to no good, Startin making trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said
'Ya movin' wit ya auntie and uncle in Bel Air.' 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 "Nah, forget it, yo homes, to Bel Air!" I, pulled, up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, Sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.