Let me tell you a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer that barely kept his family fed. Then one day when he was shooting at some food, up from the ground came a bubbling crude... oil that is, black gold Texas tea. Well the first thing you know, Old Jed is a millionaire. All the folks said, Jed, move away from here. Move to California, it is the place you ought to be. So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly... Hills that is! Swimming pools, movie stars. The Beverly Hillbilly's theme song.
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 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 cabby "Yo holmes smell you later!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Pizza