Now, this is a 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 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, started making 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 that this cab was rare but I thought, "Nah, 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.