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 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 who were up in 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 wy 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 live like?
Hmm...this might be alright

But wait, I here their Prissy, Booz wine-in all.
Is this type of place that they should send this cool-cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there,
I hope their prepared for the prince of Bel-Air!

Well-a plane landed and when I came out
there was a dude dressed like a cop stand'n there
with my name out, "I ant' try to get arrested yet
i just got here!" I flew like the quickness of light'en disapper.

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, "Now, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cab yo home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.