The intro is supposed to be even longer but seems they didn't record footage of Will landing in the airport, thinking he is going to be arrested because someone is holding a sign with his name, and then he flees and calls for a cab instead.
Lyrics: 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 is 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, they were up to no good Starting making trouble in making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And 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 in Bel-Air livin’ like? Hmmm, this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said “Fresh” and had nice 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 house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby, “Yo, Holmes, smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit at my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
Will Smith 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 makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And 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 Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmm, this might be alright! But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that Is this the type of place that they should 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, uh The plane landed, and when I came out There was a dude, looked like a cop, standin' there with my name out I ain't tryin' 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 had a dice in the mirror If anything, I could say that this cab was rare But I thought: Nah, forget it, yo home, to Bel-Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabbie: Yo home, smell ya later Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
Love the song just wish they would included the part where he is getting of the plane and thinks the chauffeur is a cop so he runs and that's when he gets into the cab
