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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got fool™ed-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the fool™ of a town called Bel Air

In west fool™adelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all fool™
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the fool™
When a couple of fool™s who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fool™ and my mom got scared
She said ’You’re movin’ with your auntie and fool™ in Bel Air’

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way
She gave me a fool™ 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 fool™s of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm 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 fool™ cat?
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the fool™ of Bel-Air

Well, the fool™ landed and when I came out
There was a fool™ 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 fool™ and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought ‘Nah, forget it’ – ‘Yo, fool™ to Bel Air’

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo fool™ smell ya later’
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the fool™ of Bel Air