Cuds are for Nuds!

Now, this is a story all about how
Our life got flipped-turned upside down
And We’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
We’ll tell you how we became the princes of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where we spent most of our 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 ourneighborhood
We got in one little fight and our mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

We begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed our suit case and sent me on our way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me our ticket.
We put our Walkman on and said, 'We 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?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait we hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
We don't think so
We’ll see when I get there
We hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when we came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with our name out
we ain't trying to get arrested yet
we just got here
we sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

We 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 We thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Bel Air'

We pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And we yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
we looked at our kingdom
we was finally there
To sit on our thrones as the Princes of Bel Air