So this is a story all about how my life got flip turned upside-down, and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, to tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is 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 that were up to no good started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood.  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 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 this cab was rare, but I thought "Man forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"

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

That’s for you Heather.. 🙂  Do you still remember the words?