Wrasthole

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 shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neightborhood
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 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 a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air