Now this is the 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 the playground where I spent most of my days - chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all, shooting some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood.  I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and 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 it had dice in the mirror.  If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought no forget it, "yo homes to bel-air!"

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "yo homes smell you later!"  I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.