..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 said 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 had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought man 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
Aw come on guys it was a good show and educational too it had drugs on it and taught people not to do them because they were bad and crimes would only get you in trouble it was like a sesame street for adults!