This is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And i liked to take a minute And sit right there And 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 all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin makin trouble in my neighborhood I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared She said your movin with your auntie and uncle in bel Air i pegged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket so i put my walkman on and said i might as well kick it
first class yo this is bad drinkin orange juice out of a champaine glass is this what the people of bel air live like hmm this might be allright but wait i hear persy boy liein is this the type of place they should send this cool cat i don't think so we'll see when i get there i hope they're prepared for the prince of bel air
well ah when the plain landed and i came out there was a dude that looked like a cop standin there with my name out i aint tryin to get arrested yet i just got here i sprang with the quickness of lightning and dissapeared 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 can say this cab is rare But i thought naw forget it yo homes to Bel Air
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And i yelled to the cabyo homes smell ya later I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time. With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times. If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
In Bel-Air, California, born and raised At the country club is where I spent most of my days. Having a lark, relaxing all day Driving some balls right down the fairway When a band of ruffians, believing they had impunity Started making trouble in my community I got in one mere tussle and it gave my mom the willies, She said "You're moving to your aunt and your uncle in West Philly." I hired a limo, and as it drew near The license plate said "DAPPER" and it had dice in the mirror. I could only deduce that this limousine was quite frilly, But I paid it no mind and directed the driver, "To West Philly!" I arrived at the house at 7:34 And gave a generous tip to my kindly chauffeur Looked upon my new residence, the weather was chilly But I knew that I was now the Dapper Lad of West Philly