Our Story

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I liked 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’ all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good startin making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’.

I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suite case and send me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my Walkman on and said, ‘I might as well kick it’.

First class, yo this is bad drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there’re prissy, wine all that, is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don’t think so; I’ll see when I get there. I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.

Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain’t trying to get arrested, I just got here, I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared.

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 ‘Naa 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’. I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.