Opening Theme

Long Version Edit
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 all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys said were up in no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said your moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-air I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin and 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 livin like, Hmm this might be alright! 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 now forget it, yo home to Bel-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-air ==Short Version Edit == 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 all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys said were up in no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said your moving with your aunte 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 now forget it, yo home to Bel-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air