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You all are. Get Daniel into mental care.
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
 
 
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 begged and pleaded with her day after day
 
But she packed my suitcase and sent 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?
 
Hmm, this might be alright
 
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
 
Is this the type of place that they just 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 yet, I just got here
 
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 could say that this cab was rare
 
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes to Bel Air"
 
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
 
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
 
I looked at my kingdom
 
I was finally there
 
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
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